To be one cast out from society;
Walking the road as a waking echo,
trying to live hidden in the shadows.
The flame is diminished, and we are silent.

Say love is love; and say not hate is hate.
The color of our skin, where we place faith,
The partners that we love. They're feathers with weight.
These factors are so small, yet are made large.

Committed to their tombs in the depths of
the Earth, long and much longer still ago,
they speak too much, and they still claim to know
with divine sight, who is wrong and who is right.

Cast down the arms of oppression, hear the plight!
The echo speaks, the candle flame is bright!
Do not bring swords or weapons to this fight
for in the end reason will prove who's right.