Hands of my beliefs wring on
holding god so free
thirst of my heart drives on
holding the sky to truth
in mask I awoke
I've stood by waiting for years now
the beast is my low
my trials left no judge unscarred
the path of my roots brings on
prayer and sight so clean
every time my clouds linger on
I ask god to lead me to light
fear is ours leading on
serpent turns to lead us through night
as we stood receiving
fallen stars and reason and dirt