so it is that the call filtered in
for a journey of love to make
that which many dread
is taken and given on a platter
so now I make to give
I am of privileged few
who gave their treasure
as ransome so you breathe again
who picked the thorns
so you relish the scented roses
I cut my life by half
that your\'s be full
I passed the ball
so you score the goal
ascend to victory
and live again