When the trees blow
In the wind
the grass
blows thru the trees

Many revelations
Have come and gone
However, His freedom
Remains
Life
Love
Liberty
and Justice
His Final Product

Even tho/we come
from distant lands
we are still one
you are still my friend

Thru Him
With HIm
In Him
We are made strong

We are filled
with strength
with Our Anger
And our shield

Thru the Light
Thru the Fire
We  are made Pure
Honest
Enough
ro Treasure