I should be living,
On an evolving earth,
In a place of lies and chaos;
I should be knowing my place.
You should be needing,
Of someone to hold your hands;
Of a word that reflects kindness,
Of a thought to guard your faith.
Because numbness isn’t living,
Playing blindness’s not the game;
Turn your light among the people,
Share your love through Fount’s good name.
