We are not just children
of circumstance
Blisters on our hands and
holes in our pants
And with each tired leg
in front of the next
You take the weight of
this world off our neck
And I'm not going back
not going back not going back
not going back again
I'm not going back
not going back
not going back
not going back again
We have left petty rulers behind
The perverted thoughts
that clutter our minds
And with the hope of
our savior now complete
Well He holds our hand strokes
our hair and He washes our feet
And I'm not going back
not going back not going back
not going back again
I'm not going back
not going back
not going back
not going back again
And I'm not going back
not going back again
I'm not going back
not going back
not going back
not going back again