Take my stand, don't let me preach.
You don't know my name, or my reason.
You just came along higher than might
And stole my voice and tried me for treason.
Tie me up and throw me away,
Let me rot behind the bars you've locked.
Bury my body, but not my voice.
For I will resonate, the world will stop.
For when the time has hit twelve,
And my flesh is vacant from my bones.
There will live another generation,
With liberty all theirs to own.
The present is where
The future is made.
