Feed me the fuel that i need to succeed/
ammunition to thrust me on forward, procceed/
Through failure, let me strive for first place/
Give me the grace to replace evil dreams that i chase/
Past disgrace, through hatred, futher onwards to love/
Passion seeks what the heart desires above/
In his glove, Lord holds the key to my fame/
Only he sees past the color, the race and the name/
His peoples are equals, all players of the game/
And here comes the sequel, were exactly the same/
Whether your female, black, yellow white/
Stand together and on this wasteland unite/
Build us all a strong future, to Jesus delight/
Could this be the end, of our plight and cruel spite?/
Could there be someone among us, to discover the light?/