Hello, can you hear me?
Hello, can you hear me?
I’m not sure you can.
I’m supposed to feel protected
but I just feel I can
fall at any moment
and you wont lend a hand.
Is that how this thing works?
I thought that we would band
together and work as one,
but that was my mistake.
“By the people, for the people”
well, until there is a shake
to normal order
and something goes awry.
But I’m telling you right now,
I see in my mind’s eye
a tomorrow filled with safety,
filled with hope, and filled with love.
I see a government working with us
instead of ruling from above.
I understand the need for order,
the need for a line of command,
but the way it works now doesn’t cut it;
I’ve never felt less connected to my land.
Down here from the bottom
I know my voice is lost,
But I have faith that tomorrow
order may not come at the cost
of individual’s safety
and of their piece of mind.
I know it’s a lot
but it’s a dream of mine.
Understanding the people,
listening to us: that’s the key.
Only when we work together can
any one of us be free.
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