Redeemer

Wading through the weeds, you can feel it in your bones

You're here for a reason, so you best just call it home

Don't lose sight of me, my friend, or you might be lost again

There's nobody left to turn to

Can the black rock lead me back to you?

Garden of forking paths, leads to depths unknown

The truth is in the fields, and it leaves the dead alone

Redemption finds its roots in you

There's one thing left to turn to