In View The Damned

Make your noise
Let them know
You are coming
As you go

Tell your truth
As you would 
Your ear receive 
As you should 

Let nothing 
Flow from you
But for return 
That be due

Wisdom's cry
Above sigh 
Clues the weary 
From on high

Wake the Soul 
Now weary
In view the damned 
And life's quiries