Maybe it was not me,
But was God's plan,
For he is the one who understands',
The ways' of Societies' murderous hand.
Maybe God has a plan,
A bigger plan than you will ever understand,
To release the heart of this barren land.
We are all part of destinies' hand.
God help us all,
Carry his plan,
He is the almighty hand.
Who does write our lives' for us,
Before we walk his land,
Before we hit his dust.
Turn to him, for he is love.
