Resurrected Rock Soul

God, God, could we begin? God, God,

could we begin? Stones are whisperin', in the midnight breeze. A dusty guitar,

hums through the trees. Footsteps echo on an old dirt road,

carry the weight of a story untold. A resurrected rock soul cries again,

"Shake the chains, break the pain, let the fire in your veins ignite,

a rebel heart beats back to life." Jukebox plays a forgotten tune,

underneath the light of a silver moon. Leather boots and a rusty crown,

the king of shadows is back in town. The radio crackles, a storm rolls