Catching Lightning With My Hands
I now know
What I must do
It will not be easy
But that is nothing new
Like counting the tyrannized
Grains of sands
Or catching lightning
With my hands
He owns the cards
Recognizes the faces
Deals heavy hands
To keep us in our places
But now it is he
Who has forced my hand
So count him out
As you count the sand
For his sands of time
They are quicksand
And as each grain counts
For each grain you see
As oppression’s pressure mounts
Pushes back to be free
So as he is pulled
Down by the sands
They lift me up
To bid my plans
To catch the lightning with my hands
To catch the lightning with my hands
And though the catalyst
Now me
He brought it on
And soon will see
As King
He brought his own demise
The Suicide King
Seen through mine eyes
A king who will not live to see
The coronation of the free
The price is life
The price I pay
To let freedom see
The light of day
For lightning spares
Not king
Nor sands
Who try to catch it
In their hands
But I will gladly pay the price
And make my final sacrifice
For freedom, it is never free
But by paying the price
I will finally be
It is not for credit, nor for me
And none of the living
Those soon living free
Will have witnessed the sacrifice
Made by me
Catching lightning with my hands
They will be too busy being free
Counting their blessings
And their sands
They will be too busy
To think of me
Catching lightning with my hands