The Prophet

sun shines on my face 
how it's golden design 
rain falls in this place 
and the fields come alive 
days are only rumours we've wasted 

we cross the millions 
we'll see where we stand 
far removed from the womb 
will you carry me across the sea? 
will you carry me? 
we can drink from fountains 
and the taste of truth 
far removed from the womb 

rhythm and mind 
don't waste no time 
want to let it all out 
when the chains fall off 
and the walls fall down 
when we break the seal 
and our hearts pour out 
when the frozen ground 
comes alive around us 
with a scream