I feel the power even in my sour times
chronical hours in filth and slime
I was dining with a world that's unfair
forever seeming in despair
but I know she cares, I know she cares
the glow in her prayers is brighter than the brightest watt
dismantle the airwaves like an onslaught
I wanna feel slave to her folding hands as if I'm walking through the Holy land
faith truly of a mustard seed
her heart bleeds intense, no issue is immense
entirely advanced, no matter the circumstance
she enhance lives
a great impact when her hands contract