I'm calling

Something I just wrote in about twenty minutes...it's a rough draft

Just sitting here, waiting to dream.
I'm tired of the world being obscene.
I look to the sky hoping to seem,
so obedient, just doing the scene,
of acting out my life of doing the thing,
that everyone else seem to dream.
I'm trying to be true in this world,
I'm trying to bring hope to the world.
 

I'm call-ing, out all you angels.
I'm call-ing, out to the world.
I'm call-ing, out to you people.
I'm call-ing, out of the world.
 

I'm walking out into the streets,
but nothing else seems to get the beats.
The beats in my heart that goes "thump thump",
and the beats in the lyrics that goes "rump rump."
This feeling of helping out on the streets,
the feeling of being of help in the feets.
The feets the church as a people have told.
the feets of the world all the people have known.
 

I'm call-ing, out all you angels.
I'm call-ing, out to the world.
I'm call-ing, out to you people.
I'm call-ing, out of the world.
 

There's so much inside the people today,
so much hope and dream goes on day by day.
There's so much you can do to help in the way,
there's so much hope you can bring, to the people of the day.
I'm calling out to all the angels today.
I'm calling out to the world of the way.
I'm calling out to you people that dream.
I'm calling out to the people that can be...

Author's Note

remember, rough draft