I work my fingers to the bone, I beat my fist upon the land, i walk my feet through the fire begging God to take me higher, i roar loud like the lion but no one hears me down in Zion, my knees are scarred from the prayer of relief, my walk with God my faith my belief, my eyes are siered with the agony of sin, only God know where my feet have been, the voice of peace scream like a wolf in the in night running for there prey with all there strength and mite, who nose me! everyone vanish out of site, is it my mothers sin that i pay for so painfully i say or is it my fathers Guilt that is keeping God so far away, I work my fingers to the bone, I beat my fist upon the land, I walk my feet through the fire, God if you hear me it is you i so desire