He rode into town on a white horse
With nothing in his hand
He came to gather his people
And take them to their promised land
When he came, he knew there would be bloodshed
But still no violence made his plans
He came to fight in a battle, with no guns or money
But with his empty hands
They said, "hey boy, what you looking at"
As they eyed his dreaded mane
"My Father has sent me, I've come back to reclaim,
The children whose hearts were so whole and pure
Now it's you who'll die in pain"
So they lynched the man, who fooled the world
And all the children gathered
In his empty hands