There is a rehearsal taking place On the tip of your tongue.
A rehearsal of beautifully brutal words That can move mountains and break hearts.
There is the tremble Of truth They threaten your world with.
There is a fear Of the uprising that Will surely follow There is the revolution the broken bonds The loosened nooses The shattered shackles The freedom.
Let those words fly And watch the pillars of oppression fall.
Let them fly And they will dance and Sing In the ears Of all who can hear.
Let them fly And you will fly too