Lake of Tears.

The unholy reach is always a chance existence

Next to the third rail a example or around the way

Something in quiet peril making the seen and unseen

Take shape seeking to overshadow the cast of Gods light

With the wave of a hand reaching out and about but seen 

Fallen in quieter as darken of times seek redemption release

Sundays day in a union to others step up to the prophets call

Embrace the Lords calling stand alongside in walled company

A light to guide follow the all inclusive hands joined in prayer

Lead way with heads raised wiping away the tears earthly ware.