This Is Your Time

You gotta paint it upon yourself
Its written on your face
You’ll find no wealth on a carpet ride
You know that life ain’t no race

This Is Your Time
Its in your hands
This Is Your Time
To make your stand

I see it all in the Tapestry
And you can taste my blood
And it is all that you want to be
Here come the tears and the flood

This Is Your Time
Its in your hands
This Is Your Time
To make your stand

Salvation, inside you
In tales, of yore
Vibration, I feel you
The Station, to Shore