I see the new generations
Looking for a face as they pray
An imaginary man
On a throne in the sky
Singing out
Songs of Joy
Dancing to the rhythm of heir own heartbeats
Not a set of drums from above
The love and bliss
Building inside of them
Openly exposed in their free smiles
Originated from within their innocents
Spreading over a broken world
And pulling it back together
Until their own hearts break
And there is no face to see