Selective countenance,
Makes for simple abrasions.
Apathetic attitudes,
Conquering the weak-minded.
How long will you trod,
On burning sand?
Your feet will melt away,
And abandonment takes over;
You are left in your own creation.

How long? How long?
Will you ignore the pleas?
Of a one so loving,
Of a one so loving?

Look around you,
At a creation so majestic!
Ignorance is the world’s crutch.
Blindness; admiralty;
These incompatibilities coalesce,
Diluting the purity,
Of the water of life.
How can a nation ignore
A truth that is so evident?

How can a people spurn,
A gift so perfect,
A call so gracious,
A name so beautiful,
A love so infinite?
So infinite.

How long? How long?
Will you ignore the pleas?
Of a one so loving,
Of a one so loving?

Selective countenance,
Makes for simple abrasions.
Do you not realize
These scars that build up?
Abandonment takes over,
You are left in your own,
Apathetic,
Creation.

Heed the pleas,
A one so loving.