A watchful witness holds us fast like a beacon towards the right path we claim to travel, the wind of impulse whispers to us every minute urging to choices wrongly made
A watchful witness holds us fast like a beacon towards the right path we claim to travel, yet if a presence lingers near so steadfast, unshaken and sees it every bright
A watchful witness holds us fast like a beacon towards the right path we claim to travel, temptation rises like a tide, silently creeping through our minds like fleeting thought…
A silent witness keeps us whole, a presence urging towards the light, would we deceive if someone saw as their eyes alight with knowing grace if truth stood written on a face
A silent witness keeps us whole, a presence urging towards the light, would we betray what we uphold even if no mask could hide, no hint of disguise like no shame that conscience can ignite
A silent witness keeps us whole, a presence urging towards the light, for our virtue lives not in the dark nor waits in the halls where no one can even see to walk as through the world beholds…
A guiding witness shales the world a shadow standing tall in the lightning pass, whose life commands a reverence and whose thought can halt a wayward speed
A guiding witness shales the world a shadow standing tall in the lightning pass, for even they’re absent, they can still speak their virtues pressing, holding it to be firm and tight
A guiding witness shales the world a shadow standing tall in the lightning pass, their kindness echoes where years removed like justice lingers in the air and still bends our choices to be fair…
A watchful witness walks beside yet unseen in form but full of guiding light, your heart would fill no doubt or shame because you will honor it like your guiding star, a virtue of your sacred light
A watchful witness walks beside yet unseen in form but full of guiding light, a the truest test is not in crowds or in the courts of men but in silent still, yet bare and simple none shall question when
A watchful witness walks beside yet unseen in form but full of guiding light, what kind of path we take is what choices we make, when only conscience burns so bright we all walk with wisdom, to be forthright and free…
A sacred mind is kept pure, untouched and misleading
A fortress is built where wickedness will fight
When the world beholds, when unseen by all but he
When done alone, it speaks louder than the boasts of might
