(Lyrics C. Webster, M. Novak Music – K. Johnson)
Deacon’s eyes now open to another day of the same, Is Deacon to blame?
Same old friends, and the same old drugs, same old hood that can’t be good?
No jobs or prospects it’s time for a change that’s not deranged.
Uncle Sam is the only choice for Deacon to find his own voice.
His journey begins with open eyes breaking all those old binding ties
New places and people new life to learn is Deacon ready for the term
Changes and tasks come everyday Deacon has no time to play
Deacon no longer known in the hood Oh thats good?
Deacon’s journey is a lesson for all
If you see yourself in him answer the call
On Deacon’s Journey you could possibly fall
Don’t let that stop you, give it your all
Failures will happen but don’t withdraw
Deacon’s travels take him far and wide his old ideas have to hide
Other lives he sees along the way in him they will always stay
Life’s colors are many and bright not just his old black and white
His mind now open to making new friends their different views Deacon now defends
Looking back on the sites burned in his eyes now the old home is just too small a size
The beauty of nature now out there for him, Deacon knows that he can swim
Deacon’s memory of the hood no longer understood
The road to the old home is no longer in him Deacon found that home is within