Born to life,
Surrounded by death.
Brought to a world,
Drowning deep in regret.
Cast in a game,
Where no one can win.
Brought up with pain,
And the peace within.
I am not this mortal soul,
I am but higher.
I don't sway on borrowed winds,
I am the wind itself.
I am more than heavens rod,
I am a God.
Made to regret,
The choice of my life.
And I stand to forget,
My conscience, my pride.
I will stand upon the land,
That you laid to waste.
I will rise more than a man,
And bring it up again.
I am not this mortal soul,
I am but higher.
I don't sway on borrowed winds,
I am the wind itself.
I am more than heavens rod,
I am a God.
I am the one hope of life,
One chance to save.
One hope to give.
And change these regrets.
I am not this mortal soul,
I am but higher.
I don't sway on borrowed winds,
I am the wind itself.
I am more than heavens rod,
I am a God.
P.S.> This song goes out to a saviour. Someone who helps and rises up from a downfall of civilization. May it be anyone. For many right now, its Obama. Though he's not a god, and this reference can be taken wrongly, the song sort of fits.
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