• In the world, we were born to live and die by our living words.
    We struggle to make the right decisions, but is there a right?
    Can’t we sprout wings and fly into the clouds like birds?
    All we need is to realize there is a true bright light.
    I call for a revolution, one we don’t have to fight.
    My eyes foresee that the end is near but we can stop it.
    By changing the direction of so called “bullets”.

    (Chorus)
    Someday there will be peace.
    Someday there will be unity.
    One day I see no light that will cease.
    Someday I see purity.

    Grace used to exist, but as they say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
    What I say is that our grace isn’t exactly as we hope it to be.
    If we can find that tree, collect its seeds, and plant “grace” we would have fertility.
    A certain fertility that requires patience and forgiveness.
    Grace is silence and silence is prosperity.
    Is it so hard to have grace?
    Have we forgotten our place, in this lifetime?
    We were put here for a reason, let’s not commit treason.

    Chorus

    Why not reach out with a helping hand and pick up our kind?
    I’m sure plenty of people would do the same to help you.
    But there’s a certain extent to the verb “help” too.
    Sometimes if we did things the way they were meant to we wouldn’t need help.
    Mistakes are few, but when you’ve written your list to kingdom come.
    You’re left out in the rain and dumb.

    We may be young and rebellious but we have heart.
    We may not be focused but we will do our part.

    Chorus x2

    Keep your promises and don’t fail your legs.