Get Risen

Your eyes are tired, your mind runs slow
And though your dreams keep linger on
Your bed becomes your prison, so warm
No need to be risen, from your sleep
Your silent death, your prison - get risen!

Do it anyway though you cuss
Do it anyway though you fuss
Do it anyway, anyway!

Your critics become your voice, forget to calculate your choice
Of denying their jealousy to you, and remember
Your own worth, your greatness within your soul lingers
Get risen, get risen, get risen!

Do it anyway though you cuss
Do it anyway though you fuss
Do it anyway, anyway!



Credits
Writer(s): Lydia Tolman
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