With a look of pride upon my face.
Dignified and valiant before the storm,
I make no move to hold or brace.
At the promontory,
Arms outreaching to the wind.
Come and claim me God, our father,
Forgive for I have sinned.
Thunder surrounded me,
Upon the rocky outcrop where I stand.
Patient and relentless,
Before His vengeful hand.
No such hand took me,
Though lightning sang inside my veins.
Somewhere upon the mountain,
The four horsemen took up their reigns.
So Iím left here standing,
In waiting for the end.
No solace found in secrets,
No solace found in friends.
-to forgive, divine-