Backwards forward
Our senses get more complicated
Seeing with my eyes closed
answers come with fingertip touch
touching is now in musical version
walking this earth so unrehearsed
hearing color scream off the wall
notes of music sooth my soul
God speaks to me in unwritten version
in visions he knows I will hear
to cast out the negative
of those that are near
In harmonic symphony
I feel the order
of soliders marching forward
taking heed to those that need
holding close the ones that can't speak
For truth eludes the ones in fury
essence of bitter war
march to the beat of a different drummer
thus they will never soar.
