I long for a world Where souls actively seek out the truth And buy into something Privilege could never afford I long for the chance to exist Free of society's silent plea For me to explain and defend My culture My body My worth My own self Are these things not deserving of the Carefree 'Gone with the wind' 'I woke up like this' Taste of freedom that Privileged friends have always known? Liberty coupled with fear of Becoming another hashtag Doеsn't feel like freedom at all This don't feel like freedom at all If we stop loving on our own tеrms God will heal our wounds, God will heal our wounds If we stop loving on our own terms Grace will lead us home Grace will lead us home I long for the day When tokenism is deemed Unacceptable, illegal, sinful To the human psyche A day where I can be me And you can be you A day when money and power Don't pose as the ultimate threat To human decency and dignity But is instead used to Level every playing field A day when individuality is the Dissonant chord that offers New meaning, excitement and intrigue I long for a world I may never see If we stop loving on our own terms God will heal our wounds, God will heal our wounds If we stop loving on our own terms Grace will lead us home Grace will lead us home If we stop loving on our own terms God will heal our wounds, God will heal our wounds If we stop loving on our own terms Grace will lead us home Grace will lead us home