BANK NOTES

The waiting, discomfort, and damage,

Will never be forgotten or healed with a bandage,

It’s a dishonour for what they intentionally cause,

My body aches for you while they saw.

 

The suffering every night since you were stolen,

As I recall the last memories of which were golden,

Why did you go?  You left me all alone.

If I didn’t have your soul, I would be lost and roam.

 

I can foresee black smoke in the desert,

It will be lifeless and there will be hurt,

A major ship will sink that carries,

It will be cast upon them since they are unwary.

 

Stand tall, and hold onto my soul,

As you will be free soon coming out of this hole,

They never had permission to take our young,

Those responsible will be undone.

 

I can envision many walking with camels,

With luggage on top of a panel,

It will be hot as they will travel,

As the fortunate will have a rod that ravels.

 

Their stomachs will feel hunger and pain,

As they will beg for some nourishing grain,

Now, I have to locate you and save you,

Your eyes are telling me something that is true.

 

Something is pulling me to St. Clair Shores,

You might be there or have been there before.

There are vines covering your house,

I’ll I can now smell, is a green blouse.

 

I am moving in, keep sending signals,

You are not growing old on me and having wrinkles,

Something about bank notes not circulating,

That the signature is not valid and overrating.

 

We will just have to wait and see,

To find out what happens next if you agree,

I promise I would protect you,

My soul guards you and sees your view.