The Place Within

Good News And I adore I adore you more than life itself Imagine, breath is something I hold dear But rather leave it and come into you There is peace of mind when this is recited And all stress begins its digression. I’m under the impression That all the world’s a stage But I defy it ‘til my last page We are more than actors We actually feel And contrary to our hypocrite roots We still have the privilege to heal There is peace of mind when love is recited And all stress begins its digression I’m under the impression, That every vessel is meant to be destroyed I claim it null and void We all have the ability to be free More than the ideals of Ms. Lady Liberty And she been raping me for years Waiting to catch a glimpse of prosperity Due to my ancestry But there is peace of mind when destiny is recited And all stress begins its digression I’m under the impression That my body wasn’t meant for me I strike it down knowing I’m the Queen, see? Sold into bondage and we claimed to be one flesh Across cultures and levels of eloquent-ness Are we nothing more than our wombs And the breast milk from our chests? But there is peace of mind when gospel is recited And all stress begins its digression I’m under the impression That nobody knows who they are Wondering why the day is so long And yet they still cannot get far Beyond galaxies and beyond our sunny star He stands waiting to hold you eternally in his arms There lies peace of mind