Haven't we been here before,
Born anew through this very door,
Enveloped by Thy love and light,
Sound and sight,
A sacred rite.
Haven't we stood in this very place,
Under countless moons and through many faces,
Where barren lands and lush wet marshes,
Interchange like night and day,
As the rolling thunder rumbles,
Another soulless city crumbles,
Another wicked king tumbles.
Haven't we played these vicious games,
Killed our brothers in Thy name,
Spilled our blood across the earth,
In battles fought for power and gain,
Our ego fueling the endless pain.
Haven't we sinned and then repented,
Crossed the sea when You parted,
Erected statues with divines faces,
Adorned altars in garlands of roses,
Prayed for rain and worldly riches,
Only to feed our greed with Thy graces.
Haven't we loved and lost,
Too many times,
Too many wrinkles and fine lines,
To account for the loss and the gain,
The joy and the pain.
Too many scars borne for the sake of the chase,
Too many memories erased,
Another lifeless body replaced.
Haven't we searched and found,
Within this transient playground,
The secrets of the soul,
The wisdom of the old,
The love that makes us whole,
The light that guides us home.
Haven't we seen and been through it all,
The rise and the fall,
Through valley of shadows we've crawled,
In search of refuge,
To emerge anew,
To find our way back to You.
Haven't we been here before,
And will we be here once more,
In this endless cycle called life,
Where every step we take,
Is a step towards the light.
