I heard your voice again today
Disembodied and distant
Wrought with your own hope
Ability to traverse the world in seconds

What you have got you take for granted
Not knowing your true purpose
Flights of fancy are taking over
Idioms are missing their mark

So I stir the pot so to speak
Hoping for some sort of recognition
Not losing anything in transition
To building a life with the loves I love

But the love in my heart is for all
My intimacy with them is my business
Their rejection of me is obvious
Hardened hearts are conglomerating

But amidst this suffering there is always hope
Listing to the Holy Spirit speak, I spoke
What you heard, have you now awoke?
I rest my case with every inkling to show