Portion of the Breeze

Tharek Ali Mokbul

Portion of the Breeze
W/M OsCKilO

Pick up your heart and practice.
Your heart waits to be played.
A song once told by Joseph.
On a harp he did not make.

Sound your strings at midnight.
Let them start to ring.
May their sound continue.
Past the darkest thought or thing.

Let the sound bring light now.
My portion of the breeze.
Not for my exuberance.
But for all else to see.

Let your word be spread so far
It settles in my heart.
Let my heart be modest
So it hears through what it wants.

Play for faith in spirit.
Play for faith in life.
Play for what you love now.
Play for what is right.