Sleeves Up

We didn't win this time,

and that's alright.

It doesn't mean that we won't still

win this fight.

And it's a little darker now,

but that's alright —

it makes it easier to

gather up the light.

So wipe your face dry,

roll your sleeves up.

Even when they knock you down,

you get back up, you don't give up.

I know it hurts so bad

to be so close,

to have your dreams

seem to all go up in smoke.

And I know you're scared now,

I know you're tired,

but keep your mind set on freedom

and your eyes on the prize.

So wipe your face dry,

roll your sleeves up.

Even when they knock you down,

you get back up, you don't give up.

I know it feels like

this is the end,

but if we stop hoping, we stop fighting

and that's how a tyrant wins.

It's not a marathon,

it's not a sprint.

It's a thousand day relay race,

so rest and resist again.

Wipe your face dry,

roll your sleeves up.

Even when they knock you down,

you get back up, you don't give up.

Even when they knock you down,

you get back up, you don't give up.

We didn't come this far just to come this far

when there's so much left to lose.

We didn't come this far just to come this far

when the future's ours to choose.

We didn't come this far just to come this far

and not get what we were due.

We didn't come this far just to come this far,

so put on your marching shoes.

Wipe your face dry,

roll your sleeves up.

Even when they knock you down,

you get back up, you don't give up.

Wipe your face dry,

roll your sleeves up.

Even when they knock you down,

you get back up, you don't give up.

Wipe your face dry,

roll your sleeves up.

Even when they knock you down,

you get back up, you don't give up.

Even when they knock you down,

you get back up, you don't give up.

(even when they knock you down)

You don't give up.

No, you don't give up.