He'd like to break ya,
Put a gun to your back and try to take ya, [bad word] from the facts,
He gotta make ya,
Suffer cause you love the name (?) and act profane,

Never let him hold back ya flame,
You're better than that, the devil can't change ya,
On the same level with the disciples of kings,
Your value is never mentioned by the price of your things.

Your life is worth more than that,
Your body is built to weather any storm in fact,
We are never meant for any harm, relax,
See the stars in Heaven? 
You were born for that.
Why the angels blowin' horns, cause you're back from the dead
In the middle of a war you're trapped in your head.
I'd rather chase the wonder of the light instead,
and keep the pace til the hunger of this child is fed.

He'd like to blame ya,
get a hold of your life and try to tame ya.
The force behind the divorce of all [bad word] it's course is the source of all danger.
Got a habit of ignoring the stranger,
No matter how you have it we are all in danger.
Some will laugh at you, some will call to change ya (?),
some will blast at ya, yo your drawin' the same blood.

Walk in these killin' fields,
Feel some of (?) the pain our children feel,
Restorin' the Name and the Will we yield,
We join in the same because we will be healed.
And we will [bad word] this depression, and the power we succumb to will shower these blessings.
When in the hour of questioning, just remember the flowers and how God dresses them.

Forget what they told ya; love is real, expect it to hold ya.
The [bad word] you feel is helping to mold ya,
This hunger is real and it's felt in the soul.
Ya better never let him control ya.
Together as soldiers forever we'll throw ya,
Never know what will try to over throw ya.
Lie to you and (?) you and deny that they know ya.
Who am I if i can't be the person I was created to be?
I write a verse and relate it to me.
On the subject of worth I hesitated as I painted the scene,
Heavy laden with the pain of a dream the Son's sun.
I'm to blame when refraining to reach for someone, 
We're the same on the surface from the dirt we [bad word] 
No matter where we are from we're still lookin' at one sun.

He'd like to break ya,
Put a gun to your back and try to take ya, [bad word] from the facts,
He gotta make ya,
Suffer cause you love the name (?) and act profane,

Never let him hold back ya flame,
You're better than that, the devil can't change ya,
On the same level with the disciples of kings,
Your value is never mentioned by the price of your things.

Your life is worth more than that,
Your body is built to weather any storm in fact,
We are never meant for any harm, relax,
See the stars in Heaven? 
You were born for that.
Why the angels blowin' horns, cause you're back from the dead
In the middle of a war you're trapped in your head.
I'd rather chase the wonder of the light instead,
and keep the pace til the hunger of this child is fed.