The forefathers before us
Sparked the luminous to recreate
The meaning of Passions sake
From far off I heard the call
Down a road no eyes have seen
I thought I wasted my living
Grace is a path worth seeing
And to my tribe in the desert
Thank you for the living water
And to my tribe of mercy
The Kingdom is at hand
I found my reason to die again
I traded my heart
To play your rhythm of slavery
Losing my sense of self
I sang the melody that claimed your idols
Wearing the mask you made for me, you made for me, you made me see
You're worth dying for, and i know its true
The great Spirit will not make me suffer
He shall put me in a place where i am better off
The hand that fashioned me
Also created my surroundings
And to my tribe in the desert
Thank you for the living water
And to my tribe of Mercy
The Kingdom is at hand
I found my reason to die
Returning with a forest fire
The company of creatives have been inspired
The untouched terrain and untraveled road
Lies to those who wish to break the mold
I found my reason to die again
