If you have never been erected, then what is resurrection?

A deep burning in my belly to succeed is giving me pains.

Again and again, I bang against a hollow wall to slip fall.

An excuse for not wanting to break it down, stay in underground.

The lights and noises too profound as they flash shadows at my face.

Things that are shaped images very similar to my being.

They are the reason I stay where the light is just rarely beaming.

But as this wall protects, I pray and scheme ‘til the day I save myself.

But feeling all by myself makes things harder to break down the wall.

Is my will bold enough to bare the weight of the crumbling mass?

I will learn to fly pass the flies that pass judgment on me by task.

For I am a man who is burning to flash lights across sapphire,

Always looking for ways to keep going higher while staying low,

So that when I blow people will have never known of my hard face

And when I spread my message across this heathen, craven nation

I may shine blind without anyone knowing from which location.