nothing is over

He thinks the line is clear

He can breathe easy on his day

Standing at the balcony staring at the sky

The early morning cry blossoms in the clouds

The radiant shine in the white and blue sky

The images formed telling him why

“You have a moment of rest

Nothing is over until sins are paid”

He clenches his first

Showing his face of fearlessness

“I have made my marks

My dissidents I pushed them away”

But the clouds never shy away

The images formed telling him to pay

“You can't get away

The sins will make you fall”

The man looks at the sky

The rolling thunder plays its drum

Hitting the echo waving in his ears

“It's time to go before it's too late”