Omen
I hear the sound of the lords watch.
His messengers watching closely.
Perched high in the tree above.
Their gaze I feel something holy.
I mustn’t fear for what is to come.
Their presence is my omen.
To prove my strength and worth.
Over come all obstacles I’ll show them.
Brave are those who challenge their foes.
Love and life lost only being small woes.
Should they prove worth where ravens gather.
I’ll find them in glory in the presence of all father.
Are you truely watching me?














