Fate... Oil paint and sea Own a different story A way to feel this sand Free... From my infancy It's Monumental A way to free the slave When I'm on my own When I start to feel Unto whom I hold the cross A way through you and me There is a home to call my own There is a way to feel the Sun High... High... High... Saint... Glass and painted faith It's not enough Awake to feel insane Free... Of duplicity It's Monumental A way to free the slave When I'm on my own When I start to feel Unto whom I hold a cross A way through you and me There is a home to call my own There is a way to feel the sun High... High... High...