This is the fate of all my beautiful broken sisters of Tamar that walk in shame when they’re not to blame.
Their voices were forced into silence as Spring waits to break from Winter’s frozen ground.
My sisters’ voices are kept sealed as a rosebud waiting to break open waiting for the right season to be heard..
Awake! My beautiful sisters’ of Tamar, it’s your voices that will bring light to tomorrow’s shadow. It's morning lights reveals, it's time for the larking bird to sing. Sing, my beautiful sisters' and let your voices be heard for all of my fallen sisters. Sing louder than the nightingale's voice. Sing with all your heart to help those that still mourn for time the innocence of childhood lost. Sing for those barren that never bared a child. Sing for those planted in unnamed graves. Sing for those forgotten as if they never smiled or laughed. Bear the burdens for all that never rose to 5ft tall.
For if you remain silent who knows where your deliverance will come from. It is, I, a messenger that brings good news. Our redemption is near! Do not fear!
Once their voices break ground they’ll be able to laugh and sing as a bluebird dancing in the light wispy winds of May.
And with each hollow memory told, the fate of the beautiful Sisters of Tamar that look for peace, will once again find peace.
It’s time to sing, my sisters, the world awaits to hear your voices. Today, you are freed from Sister, Tamar’s shame. It is my Lord that calls you all out by name. And, I repeat, he says, you’re not to blame.
Their voices echo sorrow for all of the yesterday’s missed. Their limbs are weaken by judgment as fingers pointed blame, while they felt the sharp arrow of shame.
It’s time to sing, my sisters, the world awaits to hear your voices. Today, you are freed from Sister, Tamar’s shame. It is my Lord that calls you all out by name. And I repeat, he says, we’re not to blame! It’s those vile evil brothers that took innocence while it wasn’t even quite a bud. Before the sun had time to nourish its petals and watch it bloom into a beautiful flower a beautiful woman. They ravaged and robbed yesterday’s innocence for a moment in time’s pleasure.
And I repeat, he says, you’re not to blame! It is our evil wicked brothers that are all to blame, and he knows them all by name.