From matter to meaning Our truth is seeing The purpose of being Is living free The thunder will rumble And walls will crumble Again, we are humbled By living free
The people are singing And beggars clinging To dreams that are fleeting So let it be The angels have gathered Withered and tattered Their halos have shattered So let it be
Born to lose or born to win We were born into this and return to the wind Born to live or born to die We were born into this and return to the sky
A glorious rapture Forever after A mighty disaster Now I believe The demons are barking The dark remarking And soldiers are marching Now I believe
Born to lose or born to win We were born into this and return to the wind Born to live or born to die We were born into this and return to the sky
