Looking around, I pass along,
pushing back the conscientious sound.
Trying to wake the sleeping thought
of battles in the shadows that I fought.
But the strain is long, patience is the key
though I want to know and I want to hurry.

I wait for it night and day,
still the pain doesn't go away.
Where is the freedom I dreamed about?
Where is that freedom, I think aloud.
Oh God, why do You not justice dispense?
The world runs at great expense.
When the soul is fresh, and the conscience clear,
the price of honesty, poverty becomes.

I run from vice to vice, a distressed child
prying upon integrity, with thoughts wild.
The myth of justice, hard to believe,
peace of mind, hard to achieve.
Always searching, always lost,
sometimes pondering, sometimes weeping.
Pensiveness not the answer to show
but pray, where is it, how do I know?

I fall to my knees, upward in gaze,
staring into the benevolent sky.
Where is the way out of this eternal maze?
What do I do, how hard should I try?
Then He speaks, and the clouds boom
scaring the brave; deafening is the fume
the time has come, the bell has rung
the heart beats louder than the gong
And the lightning scuds, striking at the lock of ignorance
Tearing apart the mildew, blowing away the smoke
And the whisper thunders, The Deliverance Eternal.

"Feel," He says, "Feel, for that is why you are made
not for the wealth, not for the accolade,
but feel for the righteous, for the good of heart,
not tomorrow, not today, right now you shall start."
The earth shook, the mountain turned pale,
the gavel crushed the evil hard.

I rose. I rose at the divine advice,
rose from the evil, rose from the vice.
I let the rain cleanse me of the drought
that the flood had created, the flood of doubt.
I turned around and went back home,
there was a lot of work to be done.
But this time it was me, the I.
The I that was the one.