They watch our lives
looking at the chance for failure.
Innocence is placed on us.
We live like this perverse generation
returning call to life's every whim.
Our words are in vain
now that our actions recount the very name we claim.

Light the beacons so they see;
Shine like lights in this crooked world.
Be the example that they need.
The way to renewal.

Like ships upon the sea,
they're thrown around aimlessly.
Direction is what they need.
So sit up high on a mountain;
give them something to see.
Show them your transformation.

Take your torch.
Light the beacons.
Show them your transformation.