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The time has come

No hand has prepared your body

No voice was heard to calm your racing thoughts

Friends' minds too young to comprehend

Old eyes too angered and upset

To hear your heart call

It was so unready for the sudden fall

Of your fathers name

A boy with no defenses

An arrow without aim

Couldn't see the look of fear on his own crying face

No end to tears

No end to frightful dreams

Not knowing he's a hero

To give hope

To a helpless world who will remember him as hero and King

Trembling hands

Knees weak

Heart sunk in defeat

His soul seemed lost

Already forgotten

But there was mercy on a winters peak

And a voice roars inside you

You were made for something more

You had to take flight to find you

And with a small faith to guide you

your thoughts of never melt under the rising sun

Rest in the promise of

Now beats the heart of that soul undone

Unseen by the eyes that shamed him

Breathing fire