I'm here to stay..

Thy shackles I will break one day,
It is not me who is made of clay..
I am no puppet in your play..
And hear what I say..right here what i say..
You will be gone...and I'm here to stay!!

The follower...

Everyday he prayed,
with his closed eyes...
One day he didn't;
He opened his eyes...

He saw a ray of light,
Wide open blue skies...
Opened his mind;
Truth did he find?

Was he late indeed,
to find his own grace.
or blindness did he need,
To keep him in his place.

This time he was not afraid;
Though Brightness blinded him the same;
Just before the priest said,
"Hallowed be thy name"