The words of others make me dream in foreign tongues
Songs of our mothers remind us when to run
You get to rock the boat, you always lead the way
Looking for land, deciding where we'll stay
The moment they were pushed down, they would still rise up
Set the tone and timbre, what follows will inspire
An ever glowing ember from a bigger fire
The moment they were pushed down, they would still rise up
Feels like time is running out between good and not enough
The moment they were pushed down, they would still rise up
Feels like time is running out between good and not enough
