Profess

I've seen the silver lining 

                     Of clouds carrying 

Hope saying repent on your sins,

                            Since change

Is abou' to enter, 

              I've seen the sunset of a 

Better tomorrow, 

             Carrying treasures of Wonderland,

          All the pleasures should be told.

Pressure to confess should be practiced,

                           A rotten heart  Can't produce good fruits,

                      For a fruit to ripen 

It has to undergo changes, 

                       Confess I say, 

                              I've heard

Blowing of trumpets enthralling to change.

                                I've seen 

Catastrophic rain blossoming, 

                         Placid rain 

                          Blooming favor

To the open ocean of truth, 

                     I've seen a monstrous 

Wind yawl of purification

                      To those who 

Inscribe in scribbling profess 

                         Out of their hearts.