Who Are We

Underneath my skin lie veins of blood like veins of gold
And I cannot begin to know therein what’s been bestowed
Pumping through my veins is my inheritance
Who are we but who we came from?
Who can fully reign their kingdom?
Oh I know my family tree has roots that I should dig up now
All that stays in me undoubtably will be endowed
So I will plow and rake for my children’s children’s sake
Who are we but who we came from?
Who will not affect their children?
And as the king recieves his kingdom
Who is he but who he came from?
Who are we but who we came from?
Who can fully claim their wisdom?
How can I receive a kingdom?
Who are we but crimson children?