I don’t know why, I hold this note in my hands
Chained, I have abstained, from any crime which would see me banned
Though my former inmates chase me from my sanctuary
I remain determined to avoid illegality

I am in essence a man of peace
I call for weapon carrying to cease
There is no place on city streets
For arms used on the battlefield

Pride, I swept aside, it was no travesty
The loss, on the calvary cross, was an unspoken tragedy
If Jesus can save me, he can save you too
If he even forgave me, then you know what you must do

I am in essence a man of peace
I call for weapon carrying to cease
There is no place on city streets
For arms used on the battlefield

I’ve sought advice from the highest office of all
Blessed, I must attest, that I have finally received my call

Rehabilitation, has been a case of subtle alchemy
Reconciliation, is that what the note is offering to me