Who You Are

Come to send not condescend
Transcendental consequences
To transcend where we are
Who are we?
Who we are
Trampled moss on your soul
Changes all you're a part
Seen it all
Not at all
Can't defend the command
Stay for awhile before we leave
Circumstance
Clappin' hands
Guiding winds
Happenstance
Off the track in the mud
That's the moss
In the aforementioned verse
And the wind
There's little time
Before we leave
Stop light plays its part
So I would say you've got a heart
What's your part
Who you are
You are who
Who you are