Have you seen the wild
men? The wild men
who used to sing about revolution. Have you seen the wild women who
danced to their songs?
All this happiness and yet they were the ones who got caught
Did you hear their begs and
their screams? Now they sing a new song. They once sang
about creating a new, better world. Now the
song they sing is about never seeing the sun
again. They sing in
fear of flight.

Scarred as they are, they have learned to fly and
they have learned
to sing again. Never too
quiet are their voices. They don't realize how late
they
are. It is too late for their revolution. They are grieved
for they were the last hope. Their song, it
goes on
and on. It's
unforgotten, carrying itself all the way

Heed my warning. Do
not
lose your voice.  Go
sing and bring back the lost revolution. Do not be gentle
in your truths! Pour your heart and soul into
that melody you create. You have the power. The power that
can bring about a good
and better world. Go, sing. Do not stop for night.