Order of One

To call to order, the love of one's soul.

Control the power, sight of what to understand and know.

Vision of the ages sent to your mind, to left your veil, offer truth inside what's blind.

Knowing you are loved and  heard, come with me, break from this worldly herd.

Formed to which their thoughts collide, making you crumble wanting to hide.

No shall you have to run, hold my hand as I guide you to the sun.

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