In the city made of stone

i hear the sirenes moan

I can't escape the beating question:

where do I belong?

The boundarylines lie before me

I cross into the unknown

I try to leave my fears behind me,

try to carry on

refrain:

Ev'ry day sing a song of ggrace
 [bad word] this far by grace

and when you pray to find your place:

Love will lead the way!

In the shadows of the valley

tears mingle with rain

a shining light will break my darkness

and mercy will remain

Bless the seven souls who raised me

back in Georgia state

and tell my loved-ones not to worry

but love will conquer hate