• You started a revolution when you drew me from the grave
    Your hands painting a map on this skin you saved.
    You saw the path I'd been destined to walk by Heaven's elite
    And though you doubted, you knew how it was planned to be.
    Little did you know I was not the man you thought; not the perfect vessel
    And soon, as it all crumbled, both of us learned lessons.
    I doubted; I hated; I angered you and caused much pain
    And your superiors saw nothing to lose and everything to gain.
    I prayed you wouldn't follow my wandering footsteps; my broken path
    Yet still you gave me every ounce; poured out everything you had.
    New threats arose and new foes threatened; your home was rocked; they destroyed your flesh
    And through it all I wondered how to clean up my unrighteous mess.
    When it all came tumbling at our feet and there was no one left, it seemed
    You stood by my side and proclaimed me redeemed.
    You were an enigma then; a game-changer; some called you traitor
    And still you clung to the original shred of faith given by your Creator.
    You were too proud to beg, never pleading your case
    And I wonder: will you ever figure out this life and in it, your place?
    Or does it truly matter? We have each other, our bond brought to new levels
    One original, and one remade rebel.