Heritage of Light

(hummmm) Is there anybody listening now?

We build these walls of stone and clay

To keep the sudden cold away

But in the quiet of the room

The softest light begins to bloom

And every scar we try to hide

Is just a map of what's inside

We are fragile, we are

gold

Stories waiting to be told

Hold my hand and feel the

spark

We can find it in the dark

The hardest years can leave us blind

To all the grace we left behind

But when you speak I hear the sound

Of healing on this dusty ground

We are fragile, we are gold Stories waiting to be told

Hold my hand and feel the

spark

We can find it in the dark

Find it in the dark (ahhhh)