More

More of you, less of me
The soul is but a tiny seed
Nurtured by the engrafted word of truth
Stretching outwards, they form great roots

More sunlight to paint against the darkness
To quicken this heart of stone
Breath life into this flesh
An elixir in wearied bones

More joy to awake the morning
Arising with a shout of glory
Stomach rumbling with fervor
Cascading upwards several stories

More love to bestow upon the masses
To anoint their eyes to see
A single flame can light a fire
In pursuit of destiny