There's blood in these streets of revolution Of distant warriors, distant kings Ages old have wrapped their mysteries In legends worn like magic rings I'm no priest and I'm no prophet Neither monk nor modern man I'm no shepherd I'm no warrior And I'm unsure of my own land Oh God my song is but a whisper And I don't know if I can shout But if you truly are inside me Be my courage when I doubt Maybe every song starts small From a whisper to a cry Maybe we're all shepherd warriors Or maybe lions, you and I Be my voice when I tremble Be my strength when I'm weak Be my path in the darkness And every word I speak I'd rather stumble than fear the whiskey I'd rather bleed than fear the rod For you are King of my companions: The weak, the broken, and the flawed Lead me, Father, to the Pharaohs And put your Spirit on my tongue Guide me, Father, from the desert Let not your song remain unsung Be my voice when I tremble Be my strength when I'm weak Be my path in the darkness And every word I speak