Monique Brumby Prophecy lyrics

Oh now mama don't you cry, we've got work to do
Not every mother gives her child all that you do
For all that you do
There's no use in standing by, the road stopped 3 miles back
The only way we're getting out is to all join in, all join in
I begin to run more gracefully
If you wanna come hold onto me
Don't underestimate the prophecy
He's the killer of all jealousy
Don't underestimate the urgency
My feet hardly touch the ground, 6 feet under ground
Say what? Gonna rock this city right
Won't stop until you get your fill, until you get your fill
Meg's skin was pale white, she lay on her side
Mother Mary came to her in light
In light you begin to run more gracefully
If you wanna come hold onto me
Don't underestimate the prophecy
He's the killer of all jealousy
Don't underestimate the urgency
I see stars when I open my eyes, stars when I open my eyes

Until you get your fill, until you get your fill
I begin to run more gracefully
If you wanna come hold onto me
I've been wading through, I've been longing to
When I finally come through I'm gonna be so hard
Gonna be so hard to contain
Don't underestimate the prophecy
He's the killer of all jealousy
Don't underestimate the urgency
My feet hardly touch the ground, 6 feet under ground
Say what? Don't rock pretty right
Won't stop until you get your fill, until you get your fill

How many rivers must we cross before every child is born with love
How many voices must be heard before every child hears the words
I love you

I love you