I’ll write what isn’t written;
I’ll do what isn’t done;
And when nobody listens,
I’ll pay the price of one.
For I can see the future,
As I know the past too well,
And I know the lies of violence,
Are bullshit that they sell.
I sat once by myself,
Rumbling in the dark,
And in that insane instant,
Lightning gave a spark.
It spoke to me of what will be,
For I knew what had already been;
It told me to seek out,
My spirit’s long lost kin.
But as I sought them out,
Each one hid from me,
And finally I realized,
That I’m not meant to be.
A path like this wasn’t trod,
Before that fateful day,
But in their silence I grew stronger,
And learned to pave The Way.