Lletres: Iris. Prophetic.

The future is an ocean
Teeming with God's life, teeming with God's life,
And choices left unchosen
Secretly won't die; neither will I.

My time will come,
I feel I've become prophetic.
My time will come,
If I can interpret it.

A search for the elusive,
to the unknown; alternate tone.
Live with no excuses,
I'm called upon; seeking on.

My time will come,
I see that it's all connected.
My time will come,
When everything's been perfected.

To the next star is not so far,
just seconds away.
And we must find the unreachable landscape

And I will call on you to make it true,
I rely on you to take me through.

My time will come,
I feel I've become prophetic.
My time will come,
if I can interpret it.