you're being childish
stop acting ...ish
make a wish
quail, manna or
catch a fish
do you know
you're royal
nothings a miss
all will be found
it's something moving
underground
it's much too heavy
to stay down
rise up, look around
what you're thinking
don't write it down
seal it up
for an appointed time
when the word go
is heard
what can hold you back
hold on tight to
the soul in you
listen to the spirit
it speaks boldly
the one who is Holy
it's my faith
that keeps me
if I fall
don't weep for me
it's my mess
do not sweep for me
you might sweep my feet
sending me back to
captivity
when no ones home
the house is weak
take a seat
let the prophet
speak
out loud
no woofs, no tweet
connect the speaker box
Nazarite's never
cuts their locks