Monumental

Fate...
 Oil paint and sea
 Own a different story
 A way to feel this sand
 Free...
 From my infancy
 It's Monumental
 A way to free the slave
 When I'm on my own
 When I start to feel
 Unto whom I hold the cross
 A way through you and me
 There is a home to call my own
 There is a way to feel the Sun
 High...
 High...
 High...
 Saint...
 Glass and painted faith
 It's not enough
 Awake to feel insane
 Free...
 Of duplicity
 It's Monumental
 A way to free the slave
 When I'm on my own
 When I start to feel
 Unto whom I hold a cross
 A way through you and me
 There is a home to call my own
 There is a way to feel the sun
 High...
 High...
 High...