Returning Light

Obey its the command
presented his demand
No sayin when it will die
your freedom is a lie
The gift of fear you lay
but the dark it gives to day

The Spirit fills the void
of the mind’s own disarray
Awake it fills you high
with slow returning light

The maker of the lie
That long forgotten crime
Sailed into the sea into the fog
stayed mystified and legion on
Could it be
would you ever find a way out….

..Of the mind’s own disarray
Awake it fills you high
with slow returning light