I remember the day
When I heard the sound of the marching feet from a distance
Rising all the way
From the sound of the stomping feet to the sound of resistance
Then there was fire and insurrection
Rocks and stones, and action
Bullets and pellets from every direction
Sirens and silence, unnatural oppression.
People chanting, people rising
You know, someday when it's part of our history
Our children will learn from the past
Someday when they tell our story
Children will learn from our past
Teach our children.
Human rights sacrificed, security fortified, authority satisfied
In a brutal state of anger
Someone is dead, with a hole in his head
A mother is crying, another is trying
To explain why a nation is dying.
Someday when it's part of our history
Our children will learn from the past
Someday when they tell our story
Children will learn from our past
Teach our children.
When I heard the sound of the marching feet from a distance
Rising all the way
From the sound of the stomping feet to the sound of resistance
Then there was fire and insurrection
Rocks and stones, and action
Bullets and pellets from every direction
Sirens and silence, unnatural oppression.
People chanting, people rising
You know, someday when it's part of our history
Our children will learn from the past
Someday when they tell our story
Children will learn from our past
Teach our children.
Human rights sacrificed, security fortified, authority satisfied
In a brutal state of anger
Someone is dead, with a hole in his head
A mother is crying, another is trying
To explain why a nation is dying.
Someday when it's part of our history
Our children will learn from the past
Someday when they tell our story
Children will learn from our past
Teach our children.
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