To the author of this dream

I can't say I know all the answers

I'm short on so many things

But I know the choices we make will make us who we are

Can we be brave again?

To put a foot down for what's right?

These things we strive to have will fall to the worth of the dirt we walk on

More or less a chasing after the wind

A kind of ignorance the bright despise

Leaving their face without a disguise

Let them know that this is the last time

Let them know they put themselves to shame

Let them know

There is a movement, a movement in the air

Can you feel it?

Could we be brave again and not step aside?

If I had to, would I stand alone?