• A slight shaving of inspiration,
    A small amount of sheer dedication,
    Mountains of glittering gold fill your eyes,
    Stronger than the sun's light, there is no disguise.
    Fields of desperation, heal their ancient wounds,
    A godly figure has emerged, from our worldly ruins,
    Do you see what you have done? Crucified upon this land,
    I look up at this cross, and once again, alone I stand.
    I smile, as I look straight up, wiping their spit from my face,
    And their failed attempts at humiliation, them being the only disgraced.
    I stand for the one, who's already given me his life,
    This everlasting salvation, it must come with a price.
    If I give him only my current everything, as he had once done for me,
    Then he will take away my blindness, and beauty will I see.
    And I pray for my murderers, upon my dying breath,
    My hands folded, beneath my head, and I mutter the rest.
    Into an everlasting light, I will eventually ascend...
    For my lord is waiting for me, just around the bend.