Pull back the curtain come on in.. Through the stain glass windows of where I've been.. Some parts holy. Some parts dark as sin.. The time has come to take off my mask..
Carry what they say you'll need. Regardless of its weight. The orders from the high machine say. We must leave today. . And the fathers in the war room.
I may not see our July. I may not be near when the sun is warm in your sky, your sky. I may miss entire springtimes. But this promise is your's and it is strong as life.