We have dreams,
We are here for a purpose,
We are not just pieces of dirt
to be stamped on and kicked around
like it doesn't matter
whether we are here today or gone tomorrow.
We are witnesses,
We are to be beacons of light,
a city on a hill,
I scream out from the mountaintop
-not the ant hill they claim I live in.
Let's have some faith -
as little as a seed of grain.
We can stand
when we know that we have fallen.
Grace - let it be known
Throughout the Earth
that we are kings.