In my church of disbelief It canst get no better When days turn from black to grey In church of indifference So innocent in their guilt Perfect in their imperfection Let my children play In my church of liberation When doubts and fears wither away

It's not where we're coming from It's how we turn from here We know where we want to go My mother would tell me Better stay in line You gotta look for the magic If there's a way there comes a time Let the children play We just need the line to get us