A piece of the resistance
Floats down the stream
A purple flower whispers
All that we could have been
I heard we had it coming
Riding down the line
Will we be ready
To give back the time?
I smell the resentment
Boiling fear
When you hardly can breathe
You don't help those who're near
I wish we could find peace
Smile in harmony
That requires changing
Who tells our stories
That requires changing
Who tell our stories
