Thrashing against the walls of containment
We hurl our voices at the outside
They cannot hold us down for long
They cannot stop us from crying
They will eventually give in
If we persist
If we continue to believe that they're incompetent
That they could never understand
What the walls they've put us behind look like.
They believe our prison to be cold and dark
Sickly hostages in every room
No sunlight to be seen
Every escape unimaginable
But they are wrong
We have painted the walls in our blood, Beautiful colors
We have smashed holes in the concrete with our words
(And beautifully designed by the way)
We have whispered to those on the outside
"We aren't going anywhere"
Until the last of us are free
To be only who we can, ourselves
Until the young ones among us stop dropping like flies
Until our children cease to have tears in their eyes
We will never give up
We will never give up
I hold back The rage and the agony that boil my skin
The countless times I've bit my tongue
I will never again
For this is a war
A war we will win
A war that the outsiders fight with threats and fire
While we fight with words
While we try to shield our hearts from the spears they emerge
We are all wounded
Some more than others.
So if you have a moment
Id like you to listen
To the music we play
To the culture we hold
To the kids who want more
Than the walls that confine them.
