Freedoms In My Hand

Location

New York
United States

We let these little rivers flow

Until they reached the ocean

 

In one simple motion

Our hopes were at sea.

And me and we

Forgot,

That this is what THEY paid for

What THEY bought

 

And in one simple motion

Our dreams reverse floated

To the bottom of the ocean

 

And we became the rocks

With mold growing over

While they played the stocks

That our lives are sold for

 

And they became the movement

And the flow

While we, we slowly let go.

Of all control of the future 

And that futures grown bleak

In our minds and on the streets

Because once we heard 

That yes we could

And it was on these streets

That we all stood

And cheered 

While our opposition jeered 

At the facts of our triumph.

 

But now as rocks we sit 

With mold growing over

Silence at the bottom of a watery pit

No more to the citizen soldier

 

But I heard a cry

In this watery deep

Where the young and the old 

Don't dare to speak

I heard a cry 

And it came from within

That change is in motion

And I don't think well win

 

There's no one in arms

And no arms left to fight

And all the doogooders

Have, goddamnit, taken flight

And for all the rest

The ocean blurs sound

So it's so hard to get this word around

That freedom too,

Took flight

With all the doogooders 

and their little might

 

So here we lie

Here it is that we rest

The leftovers,

of what WE THOUGHT was best

 

But I heard that cry 

From deep in my soul

At the bottom of this pit

Our cause, is not yet sold

 

So muster what you have

And take stock of what you don't 

We've gotta float to the surface

With a brand new purpose

To fight for whats ours and been ours all along

Its been written on posters

Its been sung in songs

Its been laid down on paper

Its been brought up in arms!

Its been forgotten by the people

Its been waiting for a hand

Its been twisted by the richeous

Where its sitting, shining up on the sand.

 

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