[Master Rock]

Brush strokes
a painted dimension brilliantly provoked
now I'm hypnotized by the scene
just let me fall into this existence of a clouded dream
yet I'm unable to explain
but the art whispers to me
and judges, not my pain
nor my sickening disabling constrains
I'm terrorized by the deepening of realities stream
running the transmission,
what is it that I have to give to unexpectedly receive?
my reprieve, I'm a prisoner merrily inside of the chimera's
ream, please help the phantom syndrome is leaving me unfelt
it seems as though my screams are a common theme
reruns cycling over through my program
my crutch is baring the parts of who I am
but I fall into the skyline visions blurred
The rumble of the ocean as the fabric of space and time spurs
the heavens tear the clouds apart
wheels in the sky are on fire majestically a crafted art
the glory of the divine life stairways to heaven they hark
I hear, now am jolted by a spark
unexpected trouble is the waters I swam dark
I felt the hollow hands pull and attempt to break my spirit while I strive for drylands
of blessed wisdom,
I have trudged through the valley of shadow and death and witnessed its expand
that hostile villain...
dividing the weight into worries and faith
spilling...
I tip the scale and discovered my fate
I will not fall apart during my opportunity as its knocks
down doors and I push through fighting to the death and I won't stop
my purpose is driven whether a crash or burn
my circumstances don't define me or what you may have adjourned
I'll stand grounded with my spirit firm, it's greater than any struggle I won't buckle,
even if I fall or stumble, believe I will never crumble
crawling my way out victoriously humble I can't be broken
I'll just sit at my destination parked waiting for heaven to open