Written by: IcyBlues
Scared of seperation,
But willing to go when needed.
Honored to be chosen,
To go to the kingdom with streets of gold.
From the land of which I came,
I eventually will go back.
From the hand by which I was made,
I eventually will go back to.
Ignore all senses except for one,
Listen to His silent call,
Love the serenity of His voice,
Watch it calm the souls of lost followers.
From the land of which I came,
I eventually will go back.
From the hand by which I was made,
I eventually will go back to.
