One day I may say it all
Let the chips go
See where they fall
Whether they be happy or bring woe

Stand up and shout it loud
Release the warrior, sword in hand
Lay waste to all, take off my shroud
Not just light fires, but be the fan

I've lived in your peace to long
Holding my tongue and light
Never allowed to sing my song
I became gray, losing my bright

Now the skies are turning red
I'm tired of feeling dead
Soon my voice will be heard
And I'll let it out word for word