Pulsing and pulsing the veins of new creature
Measuring months as been seen by the preacher
Life that was born with desires to feature
Born to arrive…
Born to arrive…
Beating and beating the rhythm of powers
Measuring seconds, minutes and hours
Think of this tiniest segment of ours
Clinging to life…
Clinging to life…
Pounding and pounding the hope of all living
Measuring moments and years that are leaving
Whole generations of people believing
Hope to survive…
Hope to survive…
Pierce through the endless reflections of mirrors
Measuring fragments of light falling near us
Flickering shadows to cut like the shearers
Flash of delight…
Flash of delight…
Rolling and rolling the wheels of the history
Burning through flesh of the land that has missed me
People are turning to dust in a mystery
Finally Cry…
Finally Cry…
Tapping and tapping the gates of the heavens
Measuring deeds versus sins, six and sevens
Wishing the scales to tilt up to our favors
Asking to pass…
Resting at last…