We listen to the tales and romanticize,
How we follow the path of the hero

Boast about the day when the rivers overrun,
How we'll rise to the height of our halo.

Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
Our way into the arms of the savior
Fading all the trials and the tribulations.

None of us have actually been there,
Not like you...

The ignorant fibbers in the congregation
Gather around spewing sympathy,
Spare me...

None of them could even hold a candle up to you
Blinded by choices,
Hypocrites won't see

But enough about the collective Judas
Who could deny you were the one who illuminated
Your little piece of the divine

This little light of mine it gives your past unto me,
I'll let it shine,
to guide you safely on your way.

Your way home...

Oh, what are they gonna do when the lights go down
Without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they gonna do when the rivers overrun
Other than tremble incessantly?

High as a wave
But I'll rise on up off the ground.
You are the light and the way
They'll only read about
I only pray heaven knows
When to lift you out

10000 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,
Give me my,
Give me my,
Give me my,
Give me my,

'Give me my wings'

You are the light, the way, that they will only read about

Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance
Burden of proof tossed upon non-believers.
You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence,
Judith Marie, unconditional one.

Daylight dims, leaving cool fluorescence.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this bold suggestion:
Should you see your maker's face tonight
Look him in the eye
Look him in the eye and tell him
I never lived a lie, never took a life,
But surely saved one
Hallejullah,
It's time for you to bring me home.