Heritage are built for preserving the history and passing the torch
Your life story maybe barren but through prayer it will be someone’s reign of parade
Come on you bear an armor, Slay your giants!
Recover all without fail...
Your hearing need sweet tending
Your demise result through tingled ears
It’s not about the dead leaves; it’s more of the fruits.
For whatever the root be, so is the branches
Your safe guard is made of wax and parcel
Lull by the lullaby, your rhythm slows down
Provide a room where your God can freely roam
Your feelings and motion can conceive wings out of cherubim
Not all yoke are easily mixed; Even a sunny side up carried an oath