Last night, I went to sleep as a child
Only to wake up this morning and find I was a man
In my hands I discovered the tools and the rage of my father
And in my heart I found the love and the fears of my mother
Confrontation between the night and day
The land of the sea, the fire and the air
The sacred and the profound, the holy and the unholy
The focused and the miss directed, the bullet and the flesh
The mind and the spirit and the sound when you hear it
The oppressor and the resistor, the brother and the sister
We are not walking with the ghosts of the dead
We are alive with the spirit of our passion
We are not walking with the ghosts of the dead
We are alive with the spirit of our passion