I have heard the rumors and whispering of discontentment I have seen the shaking, angry fists and pointing fingers I have felt the hot breath of heavy arguments raging I have tasted the bitterness of nations divided by ethos
And... I know the joys that set the roots of longing in your past I feel the desperation in your pleas for promise and hope I sense the anxiety as you hold tightly onto the present I believe in your worthy longsuffering to shape the future
For… You're the split bodies that bathed distant shores to bloody red You're the American born, baptized, and married dressed in white You're the brave hands that held the stars on waving fields of blue You're the hope that freedom's banner would never lose its color
Yet… I will blow down your sacred edifices of long traditions I will flood your highest towers of hope and progress I will freeze still the warm affection flowing for your countrymen I will burn your paper cities to the ground with a thought
For… I am the inquisition of faith and religious hope for your salvation I am the drummer marching through the streets to lift you high I am the movement for your human rights and progression I am the new face, walking an old path, to the same place!
