i've been born with freedom's pen

beyond design the souls of men
beyond design the eyes of men
behind the eyes, behind the minds of men
is freedom in truth
the eyes of men size me up
no stirrup
no saddle
no impending doom of battle
no saber rattles this
like in elegance, so go I
behind the minds of men
behind their backs no longer
right in front of them
don't ponder too long
you find a leader this strong..
you follow
let judgement follow later

no erudite slayer
no pretend
your prayers have been answered
on this you can depend

no judgement comes
no four horsemen
no play
real prayer

not in a manger this time
a fine line between trust and doubt
mounts ever more frustration
so let not doubt cloud trust
trust in this
i am.
so elegant i.

sophia
we do not die

trust in trinity
turn that up
believe me