I was odd
The only bored in the fold
When everyone seemed to be in unizone with the wind of merriness
I was lost in the harmony of my mind with weariness
Ironically in synchrone to the frown of the hand of time.
Then a celestial body with a voice of gold,
Eyes of the stars, skyly body looked at me
In suspiction of my indifference,
Impressed with my silence,
Sought for my reliance on a secrecy of aliance.
She asked me to clasp my hand to recite
A meditation that is a medication to the souls of the polite
A recitation of the scripts of salvation of the host of lost
I needed redemption, she showed me the cross
I craved for kingly possession, she told me all is but loss
When aimed with a huge doubt dose.
She kissed my forehead, telling me heaven is my ally
I should cease sitting on the fence and choose a side to tally.
Then I will make it.
M