It all began in sand and dreams   I was blind but there was nothing to see   It all began in prayer and praise   But there was nothing new written on the   Wall that day      It all began with fear and falling   With wings on fire I can tell that    Something's burning   I can tell something's burning   And it all began here      It all began when I followed the line   Now broken down my home that ended   With this fall to the ground now   So broken in my home is empty      With this cold inside this rage   And I am old and slaves are bought   And sold for gold and that means    Nothing to me now   That means nothing to me      In these soft places   In these stone fields   In these high places    I will heal      What may be revealed now   What may be shown   What may be spoken now   What may be known      These things once locked in silence   Now return to me   These things once locked in silence   Now return to me      Stoned and sold and left for dead   In a circle held in place in time   And if I choose to fall again   At least I know the choice is mine   At least I know this voice is mine