My Design

This is a call to wake
The sleeping army, dreaming for
An end to fear
In our hearts for the last time
A shared vision, love’s transmission
Through the hollow days ahead
A hope for where we grow
When it’s over and it’s over
It falls, it passes through me
It falls, and you won’t be mistaking me
It falls, inside us, inside
It falls, it passes right, right through me
And we find out what will remain
One day I will wake up to find
You’ve bound my sisters feet, to find
You’ve tied my daughter’s hands
And you’re walling in her mind
We throw, we throw
Our hearts against the wall
We grow, we grow
The will to make it…
Fall, it passes through me
It falls, and you won’t be mistaking me
It falls, inside us, inside
It falls, and it passes right, right through me
So we are living in a five hundred year old prison in the mind, in the heart
Where they take your intelligence and your faith is torn apart
By culture, state and power, come together and they steal
All the light inside of us, everything that’s real
When it falls
When it falls
When it falls
When it falls
When it falls
When it falls
When it falls