Times and seasons shall passBrightObong
Moments and memories shall cease
When the trumpet sounds and the earth is still, I want to be calm in His hands
Dear heart, how long will you fail mankind?
Fail to believe, fail to act
Fail to think deep, fail to rise
The grey haired are to be epitome of wisdom and glory
Knowledge and insight
But then you have a knack for changing handwritings as you please
The young are symbols for strength, vision but your luring ability hijacks like a virus, their strength for promiscuity
You, dear heart is the real heart breaker in all these
You give out poison and is also infected by it
Who will help the heart?
Christ, the King of hearts