The forefathers before us Sparked the luminous to recreate The meaning of Passions sake From far off I heard the call Down a road no eyes have seen I thought I wasted my living Grace is a path worth seeing And to my tribe in the desert Thank you for the living water And to my tribe of mercy The Kingdom is at hand I found my reason to die again I traded my heart To play your rhythm of slavery Losing my sense of self I sang the melody that claimed your idols Wearing the mask you made for me, you made for me, you made me see You're worth dying for, and i know its true The great Spirit will not make me suffer He shall put me in a place where i am better off The hand that fashioned me Also created my surroundings And to my tribe in the desert Thank you for the living water And to my tribe of Mercy The Kingdom is at hand I found my reason to die Returning with a forest fire The company of creatives have been inspired The untouched terrain and untraveled road Lies to those who wish to break the mold I found my reason to die again