To all of those who have once felt

The touch of God, the truth, upon your brow

To thee I say, my heart doth pray

To be there, to be there with you now…

It’s times like these when night creeps forth…

When darkness seems to consume all…

When the fire dies upon our hearths…

As all of us today relive the fall…

The fall, the fall, the Fall;

So many meanings, as the summer sun

And Son, sinks down, and once again

That fearful darkness seems to consume all

The garden gate is opened, and then closed

Our strength is gone, we cannot crawl

An inch further, along the sandy dunes

The same light that brought us life beats down on us at noon

To take back what it has given;

We are all in this, the desert;

"Where is God now?" we ask

"Has he abandoned us, as he did leave his Son?"

Ah, my friends, such thought is not the one

That will bear us up from this dark abyss

Into the metaphorical heaven on earth

That some once thought we lived in.

For God does not abandon those who seek

The truth, that is our legacy

And God’s legacy, too.

We all are one…

Put down, put down the figure of the gun,

And ask for Life, O 'nother Son!