TILL THE HOUR

© RYAN GUILEY

Till the hour, it will pass,

But I hold you steady to broadcast,

For you are amongst the few,

Who is admirable and so true.

 

Beneath the blockage is stone,

But it will break, with our tone,

As it will seize the almighty force,

That the river will spread its course.

 

A minute may go by, without noise,

One who holds their precious poise,

As within one feels their own relief,

As the times will now be debrief.

 

Guardianship is those without fear,

As the Earth will shift, as it appears,

For righteous is the one leads by virtue,

As I will stand by you, as you knew.

 

A gift towards humankind they infringe,

With all their lies and their upmost sins,

Denial rests within their own upbringing,

As fulfilment will be without singing.

 

Praise rests upon each of us together,

As they draw further apart forever,

Shielding their vindictive behaviour,

As they reside within their own portrayer.