Stand With Me (Cobble Stone Wall)

I sit here for eleven days, And in such time I dream of our Uncle. Letting his children fight each other. And with fire and water and metal The powerful scourge the weak. And these keepers of hell wish not to inflict pain, But to induce fear. To shake the ground so that we may fall. I look at this cobble stone wall, And saw that he is a product of his Creator. And yet does the wall know his Creator, no. The walls knows not why he was created, But he knows his duty. The wall is abused, and neglected, and mistreated. However, the wall does not cease, The wall does not fall, The wall does not crumble. And out into the night of the eleventh I went, And Oh Birmingham, Is this what our Father wanted? Is this what our Uncle wants of us? But how can we know? We mustn’t resist the fight, We must be like the Cobble Stone Wall. So long as we stay strong Let their fires burn us! Let their waters freeze us! Let their metal beat us! For we cannot be torn down. Now, I ask for you brothers and sisters, Stand with Me.