Burnt Brass

Looking back
On all the years
There aren't enough tears
To ease the pain
Of one without a name
One who bore the shame
Again and again

We need
The One
We need
The Son
To lead the way
To a new day

Burnt brass
Eyes aflame
A consuming fire
Bow to His name
Burnt brass
Burnt brass

Standing tall in fertile grass
Peculiar people
Royal priesthood
Lost tribe
Unknowingly took the bribe
Now is the time
Turning from ways of old
Writing a new story not sold
New identity
New political party
Establishing spiritual morality
Eyes aflame feet of bronze
Withstanding 400 years of perdition
At the honest admission
From the African Commission
Setting the stage for a new strategic commission

We must reconcile this past for the world to see
Time is running out for the fig tree
They must repay the debt for the world to see
Time is running out for the fig tree
Forgiveness is just as much for you as for me
Time is running out for the fig tree

Burnt brass
A consuming fire
Bow to His name
Burnt brass
Eyes aflame
He came as a lamb
But won't return the same
Burnt brass
Eyes aflame
He will lead the way
To a new day
To a new reign
We need the Son
To rise on a new day

The Son
Ooooh
Burnt brass



Credits
Writer(s): Damon Smith
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