Born In The Fire

Desert rain, wash the sand from my eyes
And separate the truth from the lies
(Give me something you can't disguise)
People be free, to carve and write your own destiny
The footsteps of generations, march before you, silently
march before you suddenly and echo for the centuries,
But leave nothing for the blind to see

Salvation, underground,
By the whispered words of frightened men,
Forever betrayed
Resistance, coming down,
From the prayers of children caught again,
By the edge of the blade

You were born in the fire,
To a soul of desire,
Where the hearts of the free
Tear down history
Ten thousand miles
With the tears you have cried
And the flames climb the sky to your heaven,
Higher and higher

Deep sown, there's retribution coming
Too close to town
And I can't guarantee the consequences,
Better head on out, southbound

Redemption in the now,
With a whisper of enlightenment,
Breaking the chains,
Marching unto the sound
Of the prayers of children caught again,
By the edge of the blade