It all began in sand and dreams I was blind but there was nothing to see.
It all began in prayer and praise but there was nothing new written on the wall that day.
It all began with fear and falling with wings on fire I can tell that something's burning I can tell that something's burning
And it all began here.
It all began when I followed the line now broken down my home that ended with this (fall to the ground now)
so broken in my home is empty with this cold inside this rage and I am old and slaves are bought and sold for gold
and that means nothing to me now... That means nothing to me...

IN THESE SOFT SPACES... IN THESE STONE FIELDS... IN THESE HIGH PLACES... I WILL HEAL...

What may be revealed now what may be shown, what may be spoken now what may be known.
These things once locked in silence now return to me... these things once locked in silence now return to me...

Stoned and sold and left for dead in a circle held in place in time and if I choose to fall
again at least I know the choice is mine at least I know this voice is mine.