A license, a degree
To hold integrity
But oh, it's so weighed down
By the humanity
It's twisted, it's diffused
Oh what a great misuse
Who are we told hold the crown
Who are we to know truth
The divine
We define
Contained in a sleek case
And kept confined
We redesign
By drawing lines
Are we students
Or just a bastard child
We see it, we perceive it
Blindly taking all the credit
Prodigal daughters and sons
Squandering justice
We know not what we do
Where the grace is found in truth
Our ignorance made innocence
A greater law shines through
The divine
We define
Contained in a sleek case
And kept confined
We redesign
By drawing lines
Are we the culprits
Who now are reconciled
In my hands
So much more than I can understand
The more I see
The more I realize there's so much more than me
What have I done
What have I done
With all that I've been given
Am I only born to run?
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