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