Stop pretending that everything is okay, because it's not. Down it's falling, at our feet balling, but we still convince ourselves the best is calling.

We've been waiting years for a change--God, turn the page, we've nothing left to wage, we've trapped in a cage, our dismay and rage, seeking a sage, so we have a chance to upstage.

Give us a change to make rights out of our wrongs, it may take long to sing our song, to find where we belong, happiness we overlong, but let us become strong.

We don't have to hide but can speak our mind, break the ties that keep us bind, the sickness we unwind, learning each day to be kind,...