I know you can't hear me, calling to you
I know you won't reach for my outstretched hand
The gap is too wide, the expanse too grand
So, I can only pray God pulls you through
Oh, but on that day when you awake once more
All Hell will quake as you wipe sleep from your eyes
As you raise your humbled hands to the skies
And seek a purpose you've not had before
You are not among the ordinary
You are, instead, chosen to live greatly
Far greater than you've been living lately
Far stronger than that which makes you wary
Wake up, my dear, wake and turn around
It's not too late for purpose to be found
((April 5th,2012))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem