listen to the tales and romanticise
how we follow the path of the hero
boast about the day when the rivers overrun
how we rised to the height of our halo

listen to the tales as we all rationalise
our way into the arms of the savior
faking all the trials and the tribulations
none of us have actually been there
not like you

ignorant fibbers in the congregation
gather around spewing sympathy
spare me
none of them can even hold a candle up to you
blinded by choices hippocrites won´t seek

but enough about the collective judas´
who could deny you were the one who would have made it
you´ll have a piece of the divine

this little light of mine
the gift you passed onto me
i´ll let it shine
to guide you safely on your way
your way home

what are they going to do when the lights go down
without you to guide them home to zion
what are they going to do when the river is overrun
other than tremble incessantly

High is the way
but our lives* are upon the ground.
You are the light and the way
They´ll only read about
i only pray, heaven knows when to lift you out
ten thousand days in the fire is long enough
you´re going home

you´re the only one who can hold your head up high
shake your fist at the gates saying:

i have come home now
fetch me the spirit
the son, and the father
tell them their pillar of faith has ascended
it´s time now, my time now
give me my, give me my, wings

give me my
give me my wings

you are a light, a wave
that they will only read about

set as i am in my ways and my arrogance
burden of truth tossed upon non-believers
you were my witness
my eyes, my evidence
judith marie, unconditional one

daylight dims
leaving cold flouresence
difficult to see you in this light
please forgive this bold suggestion
should you see your maker´s face tonight
look em in the eye
look em in the eye, and tell them
i never lived a lie, never took a life
but surely saved one, hallelujah
it´s time for you to bring me home