This is the ninth track on The Way of Rasta (A Healing Song).

the sun peaked over the horizon as the day broke wide and free I lay here hoping that the night taught I lessons and the day brings blessings and change that I find answers for I guessing game and success stops looking so strange should I mention that I peace may forward another time like when I wallet feels less stress now this mess got I sizing separated fantasies got I wishing I wasn't dipping freedom's wishes in these dishes mixed with witches wide awake and hoping separated desperate and groping see the shituation far surpassing imagination are you grasping the sensation of falling out of time stay a while and fantasize determine if you criticize the wait that desperation got you chasing not to mention the abrasion of nearly grazing near your family tree it's a disease that's inherent from line to line so I have to check I self from time to time and see if BlackFire is satisfied to see a limited sunrise grief done to the morning child born of scorn for the dormant eyes that fail to see pass the passion of lonely lust and forgot to trust the intuition of battered wives and sacrificed sacred lives for twisted separation into idledom where here I fingers try to piece I rest together now festive weather got I guessing another storm may be pressing so in less time than the change I'm hoping that the mist will rearrange and rise from the Earth instead of falling like rain and the disappearing entity well that's just the free that's less than free while something in I like prophecy got I feeling the 180th degree might just be the key to free domain from this morning