Stringing beads of discontent, dangling
Every color of the spectrum, strangling
Over shallow waters of ignorance
Where the children choose to wade
Rather than deep waters where shadows are made

Remove it from our sight
Remove it from our sight
Why are we bound by the things we hate?
Remove it from our sight

Blank faces with no souls, staring
We describe them instead of caring
In time we will know what they were saying
What memory we choose is what stayed
What we refuse to abandon is the image we made

Concrete setting in our souls
Filling the crevices and the holes
Enough we say of this way of being
Give me the pain of knowing and seeing

Grace is in how you forgive yourself
We removed it to see for ourselves
We had to know this time
Why the price was already paid
For children not knowing why they were made

Remove it from our sight
Remove it from our sight
Why are we bound by the things we hate?
Remove it from our sight