Words dripping with frustration, as I catch my breath
The bleakness of the situation, and the burden of death
And I'm ashamed of my silence, my cowardly weak friend
Spent behind these walls I'm feeling, a bitter rage descend

And yet I hide, because I don't think that it's mine
And the gates are open wide, with the rushing of the tide
But it's the voices that lift me up, and hold me closer to the light
You better take up the battle cry, the battle cry

Striding in my privilege, I'm blinkered on both sides
While the steps behind me say look closer
And watch what slowly dies
Take in what's around you, and what's hidden from your view
But the voices they lift me up, and they liftin you
And the gates are open wide, with the rushing of the tide
But it's the voices that lift me up, ground me in this bitter fight
You better watch them as they fly, better watch them fly

This sentence that's been given, from the powers that be
Hidden from a conversation, no reaction no decree
And I'm guilty for what I didn't know, and what I chose not to see

But it's the voices they lift me up, they liftin me
The voices that lift me up, they're liftin me
The voices that lift me up, they're liftin me
The voices that lift me up, they're liftin me

And yet I hide, because I don't think that it's mine
And the Gates are open wide, I'm ashamed I stepped aside
But it's the voices they lift me up, ground me in this bitter fight
Now I understand the meaning of the night
Now I understand the meaning of the night