Make It Count


Rise up from your dusty chair
And rinse your tired eyes
Leave the silver tarnished
Ditch the maidenly disguise
There is no need now to whisper
It’s your voice they long to hear
Let them stay to get a glimpse and gather near

Don’t fear the surging power
As your soul ignites to flame
No apologies are needed
When they beg to know your name
It’s your light that pulls them closer
It’s your spirit they all seek
Let it blossom, let it flower, let it speak

The lowly are the mighty
And the meek show all the way
For the lucky ones who notice
They no longer go astray
When you step outside your story
Spinning new enchanting tales
You free the rest from overcrowded jails
Rejoicing in a love that never fails