| Song | In The Beginning |
| Artist | Michael Card |
| Album | An Invitation To Awe |
| YEOW!!!! | |
| SO! | |
| In the beginning | |
| there was a hum | |
| from a poet whose pulse fell | |
| DRUM DRUM DRUM! | |
| He would perform prayers and all | |
| till one day he heard a voice call | |
| COME COME COME! | |
| Sus'pi'cious he moved | |
| with vicious caution | |
| Dismisses, | |
| he thinks is a little often | |
| People get held back | |
| by the void inside 'em. | |
| YO! | |
| The void said, | |
| I'm poised to speak inside you... | |
| "Rejoice then ...please let me invite you | |
| ...To evil, greed and lies too." | |
| YEAH! | |
| Confused and dazed | |
| he moved in ways | |
| he soon became "Hakuna" | |
| BOOM BOOM BOOM | |
| A knock on his door, his heart is no more | |
| A knock on his door, his soul is no more | |
| Yeah... | |
| That was in the beginnin' | |
| As the story goes on... | |
| So - | |
| The poet’s got a proposal | |
| he would always hope but never know | |
| what it feels | |
| to be free | |
| He would be the frozen | |
| imposed as the chosen, | |
| all laws oppose him | |
| But it would be greed | |
| That’s got him there | |
| he's power-hungry, | |
| and proud too | |
| People don’t care, he will just care | |
| Evil don't care, he will just prayer... | |
| Yeah | |
| That was In the beginning.. | |
| there was a hum | |
| ...then things changed | |
| Yeah | |
| They say- | |
| it is better to light a candle than to curse the dark | |
| in the eyes of the youth | |
| there are question marks | |
| like freedom | |
| freedom for the mind and soul, | |
| we don't see them | |
| see them for their worth at all, | |
| that’s why we lead em | |
| lead em to these wars | |
| and what is it we feed em | |
| feed em our impurities | |
| and who it is we treat em | |
| treat em like the enemy | |
| humanity will need em | |
| need em like the blood we spill | |
| and we're freedom | |
| freedom for the hearts we fill | |
| we mislead em | |
| they hunger for the love we give | |
| but we cheat em | |
| the guys beat him and all he wants | |
| is his freedom, | |
| so they defeat him, | |
| whatever spirit he’s got | |
| "beat him" | |
| and they teach him | |
| the rest of the world don’t need him | |
| and he believes | |
| in the disease that he’s heathen | |
| Put up your fists if all you want is freedom | |
| Put up your fists if all you want is - | |
| That was in the beginning... | |
| then things changed.. | |
| yeah | |
| and we keep holdin' on, | |
| and we keep bein' strong... | |
| and we keep goin' on | |
| and on and on and on... | |
| and we keep holdin' on, | |
| and we keep bein' strong... | |
| and we keep goin' on | |
| and on and on and on... | |
| and we keep holdin' on, | |
| and we keep bein' strong... | |
| and we keep goin' on | |
| and on and on and on... | |
| and we keep holdin' on, | |
| and we keep bein' strong... | |
| and we keep goin' on | |
| and on and on and on... |
| YEOW!!!! | |
| SO! | |
| In the beginning | |
| there was a hum | |
| from a poet whose pulse fell | |
| DRUM DRUM DRUM! | |
| He would perform prayers and all | |
| till one day he heard a voice call | |
| COME COME COME! | |
| Sus' pi' cious he moved | |
| with vicious caution | |
| Dismisses, | |
| he thinks is a little often | |
| People get held back | |
| by the void inside ' em. | |
| YO! | |
| The void said, | |
| I' m poised to speak inside you... | |
| " Rejoice then ... please let me invite you | |
| ... To evil, greed and lies too." | |
| YEAH! | |
| Confused and dazed | |
| he moved in ways | |
| he soon became " Hakuna" | |
| BOOM BOOM BOOM | |
| A knock on his door, his heart is no more | |
| A knock on his door, his soul is no more | |
| Yeah... | |
| That was in the beginnin' | |
| As the story goes on... | |
| So | |
| The poet' s got a proposal | |
| he would always hope but never know | |
| what it feels | |
| to be free | |
| He would be the frozen | |
| imposed as the chosen, | |
| all laws oppose him | |
| But it would be greed | |
| That' s got him there | |
| he' s powerhungry, | |
| and proud too | |
| People don' t care, he will just care | |
| Evil don' t care, he will just prayer... | |
| Yeah | |
| That was In the beginning.. | |
| there was a hum | |
| ... then things changed | |
| Yeah | |
| They say | |
| it is better to light a candle than to curse the dark | |
| in the eyes of the youth | |
| there are question marks | |
| like freedom | |
| freedom for the mind and soul, | |
| we don' t see them | |
| see them for their worth at all, | |
| that' s why we lead em | |
| lead em to these wars | |
| and what is it we feed em | |
| feed em our impurities | |
| and who it is we treat em | |
| treat em like the enemy | |
| humanity will need em | |
| need em like the blood we spill | |
| and we' re freedom | |
| freedom for the hearts we fill | |
| we mislead em | |
| they hunger for the love we give | |
| but we cheat em | |
| the guys beat him and all he wants | |
| is his freedom, | |
| so they defeat him, | |
| whatever spirit he' s got | |
| " beat him" | |
| and they teach him | |
| the rest of the world don' t need him | |
| and he believes | |
| in the disease that he' s heathen | |
| Put up your fists if all you want is freedom | |
| Put up your fists if all you want is | |
| That was in the beginning... | |
| then things changed.. | |
| yeah | |
| and we keep holdin' on, | |
| and we keep bein' strong... | |
| and we keep goin' on | |
| and on and on and on... | |
| and we keep holdin' on, | |
| and we keep bein' strong... | |
| and we keep goin' on | |
| and on and on and on... | |
| and we keep holdin' on, | |
| and we keep bein' strong... | |
| and we keep goin' on | |
| and on and on and on... | |
| and we keep holdin' on, | |
| and we keep bein' strong... | |
| and we keep goin' on | |
| and on and on and on... |