I walked in a line with a gun by my side.

I looked wherever they told me.

I repeated their words.

I inflicted their hurts.

Til the day something broke from within me.

 

I lied at the bottom of a stale broken heart.

My stare became vacant and fried.

Silent was I

So confused though I tried

Til the day that I heard the voice calling.

 

I burned at the stake then I danced in the fire.

I saw what I wanted to see.

I battled the rage

So consumed with the pain

Til the day that I stopped thinking of me.

 

We walk in the light without fear of the night.

We create the world we want to see.

We tell our stories

To speak of the glory

We know that the second is coming.