Last night I went to sleep as a child.
Only to wake up this morning and find I was a man.
In my hands I discovered the tools and the rage of my father,
And in my heart I found the love and the fears of my mother.

Confrontation between the night and day.
The land of the sea.
The fire and the air,
the sacred and the profound.
The holy and the unholy,
the focused and the miss directed.
The bullet and the flesh.
The mind and the spirit and the sound when you hear it.
The oppressor and the resistor,
the brother and the sister.
We are not walking with the ghosts of the dead.
We are alive with the spirit of our passion.

We are not walking with the ghosts of the dead.
We are alive with the spirit of our passion.