Arouse!

Arouse! Rise up. speak solely to those free, those who would share their graces with me,
In the quieter place, the gathering hollow of the soft kingdom of radiance, and of grace,

Adrift in the mist, owing to the wind, where angels lay clouds across the sky,
In summoning my strength it is to the here and now, the more tender place - go I,
Where and how have I come to be with you?

I care to cherish those things and those people whom I care for,

Dark hollow shallow graves smell in their deepening depths of hell,

Casual refrain, I have the need to get out and find myself once again.

Irish tommy moran / Thom Douglas Carlisle - Ireland