FOR IT IS I

Those who travel past the shore,

For it is I who opens the doors,

Silence is broken while the water pours,

Believe, while the world will go into wars.

 

Beneath the rocks, the moment arises,

So many memories are lost in prizes,

For it is I who guards you and advises,

As they do not have a clue of which sizes.

 

Faith is in the eyes on the cornerstone block,

For it is I who will break your chains and locks,

Gushing will be the waters smashing the rocks,

The ships will port and eventually leave their docks.

 

You are not darkened nor illuminated by desire,

For it is I who only loves you and always will admire,

The one who burns my heart and sets it on fire,

Your solitude and protection makes the world go higher.

 

Eternal is the flame that’s burns the wooden logs,

If they do not release you, God will send out a plague,

The flies will swoop into the skin of the hogs,

It will be misery as the public will be in a fog.

 

The rails have been put up to structure that seals,

Beneath its fingers for it is I who can only heal,

The aches and the lavish pain that I can only feel,

As our eyes have seen the genuine facts of what is real.

 

First it will be currencies, then bonds, and lastly shares,

Is it a free enterprise system that can no longer bear?

Globalization was not the answer to prosper each year,

Independence is the revision for it is I who can only dare.

 

Hairpins in her hair was like an autumn cool day,

As she is so pretty and compassionate in every way,

For it is I who will prosper and will set the tone this day,

A moose will stand beneath the shores of Hudson Bay.