resurrect the truth
unchain the dream
untie the hands
heal the land
change things
restore the faith
disembowel hate
bring back the brothers
these children need fathers
the widow grieves mate
a mother needs her children
restore the land part the water
we need to pass not for white
but through the darkest nights
if it's true that you see all things
you are the change we want to see
not treated as if we don't matter
we've been through category five
loss souls are many may they rest
in power we have our lives
if we're not sleep we can dream
we are spiritual beings seeds
rooted deep in crimsom soil
if it's true that you see all things
you are the change we want to see
not treated as if we don't matter

