There’s songs arising from these burnt lips,
Emotion from the unprecedented kiss.
There’s talents being realised,
Sinful ways pushed aside.
There’s saints uprising,
Finding serving appetizing.
There’s a youth denying convention,
Saints serving a sinner’s detention.
There’s a guilty World turning back,
On the apocalypse we nearly had.
There’s a generation awakened,
Death’s sting taken.
There’s a time for dreams to come true,
On the horizon’s hue.
There’s a time for dream to become reality,
And time is now.
Ryan Lane 2012