And

Back from the brink of disaster,

Your love, it called unto me.

Bring me the fire and the passion,

I’ll return it, in folds, unto thee.

I’ve battled in wars and oppression,

I swear, I’ve rose from the dead.

All this, I’ve done for confession,

But no words, it’s all been said.

And my touch, it will tell you,

And your lips, they will hear,

And my body, with your body, will sing

The song.

And my light, it will show you,

And your bells, they will ring,

And my life, with your life, forever

Strong.