Weightless Poem by tolu ogundare

Fly, my soul fly, spread thy wings and fly
Thy hill bid thee come, now bid thy vale the bye
Up the mountain high, thy rise availeth thee;
Thy weightless flight to lift, thine eyes the sight to see

Arise, my soul arise, the journey is far-off still
The ravens now attend to thee, rise up and take thy fill
Th' unleavened bread shall be to thee a light upon thy feet
To guide thy steps from falling deep into the tempter's pit