In a small town there is a street
Where the chapel and the forest trees meet
And on this street there lives a girl
Who has given all she once prized for a pearl
It is pure, white, and perfect, set in a ring
Radiance, life, light, and joy does it bring
But when outsiders appear, the girl covers her hand
She will not share her treasure with the land.
    What will her gravestone say?

On a sun-bathed cliff, under sky, over sea
There is a boy who knows he is free
To a people who cannot comprehend his choice
He stands there, rejoicing, and raises his voice
He stands and he sings through heat and through rain
He sings of the Way he KNOWS can break chains
But the people rage, try to toss him away
They hide from his song, for it brings forth the day
They hiss and throw rocks, yet he holds his ground
He speaks of a Shepherd; they reject being found.
    What will their gravestones say?

The girl and the people are guilty alike
One hides her Glory; the rest refuse the light
But the boy has It too; he can’t help but cry
To a world that would have him live its lie.
    What will his gravestone say?