Clarinet

Clarinet Spin a wave little lass conjuring air, skies and rivers life after death you call it hope of eternity isn't lost Recoil and sharpen me madam blemished blasphemous being of Adam the tale of ten thunders fill me head, clears my blunders Wave forms; tattle tales fill the air; shrieking wails seeing is believing ­­­­­­I’m left there nude and shivering I shall rise upon Zion with its King and great Lion the girl with the thing we do stare weapon of music that tore me bare