Who plays a game?
Who learns to speak French enough to drink their wine
To make a life for their children
Is it enough while others resist?
Just a mile from freedom town
The men all gathered there
They weren’t going to stand down
No flag could block the glare
They said it was time to defend
The words they read were near
They didn’t live to play pretend
Their beliefs stronger than fear
It became clear
Crazy was doing nothing
But doing things you don’t want to do
Is like being a ********** in the middle of a war
Or sacrificing a life for people who won’t know the difference
Turn off the radio
The news isn’t good
A soldier who’s seen death
Is always ready to stand up
He’s fears not for his last breath
Does he live in your neighborhood?
Who plays a game?
Who learns to pray every day walking under an umbrella
Fear instead of faith
Is it enough just to exist?
Just a mile from Crows ridge
The people all gathered there
They weren’t afraid to cross the bridge
This time it was their turn to dare
They said it is our time now
The dream was finally near
Still they burn inside the vow
Fifty years gone without fear
It became clear
Slavery was doing nothing
But doing what you have to do
Is never losing again in your own home
When the past remains a part of your resistance
Turn up the radio
The song says you should
A singer tired of death
Is always ready to stand up
He cries in between each breath
If I were him I wonder if I would
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
Who plays a game?
Who learns to speak French enough to drink their wine
To make a life for their children
Is it enough while others resist?
Just a mile from freedom town
The men all gathered there
They weren’t going to stand down
No flag could block the glare
They said it was time to defend
The words they read were near
They didn’t live to play pretend
Their beliefs stronger than fear
It became clear
Crazy was doing nothing
But doing things you don’t want to do
Is like being a ********** in the middle of a war
Or sacrificing a life for people who won’t know the difference
Turn off the radio
The news isn’t good
A soldier who’s seen death
Is always ready to stand up
He’s fears not for his last breath
Does he live in your neighborhood?
Who plays a game?
Who learns to pray every day walking under an umbrella
Fear instead of faith
Is it enough just to exist?
Just a mile from Crows ridge
The people all gathered there
They weren’t afraid to cross the bridge
This time it was their turn to dare
They said it is our time now
The dream was finally near
Still they burn inside the vow
Fifty years gone without fear
It became clear
Slavery was doing nothing
But doing what you have to do
Is never losing again in your own home
When the past remains a part of your resistance
Turn up the radio
The song says you should
A singer tired of death
Is always ready to stand up
He cries in between each breath
If I were him I wonder if I would
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