i can't say i know all the answers
i'm short on so many things
but i know the choice we make will make us who we are
can we be brave again?
to put a foot down for what's right?
these things we strive to have will fall to the worth of the dirt we walk on
more or less a chasing after the wind
a kind of ignorance the bright despise
leaving their face without a disguise
let them know that this is the last time
let them know they put themselves to shame
let them know
there is a movement, a movement in the air
can you feel it?
could we be brave again and not step aside?
it i had to, would i stand alone?