You can erase my voice
With only one choice
You can eradicate my hopes
With reasons, racks or ropes
You can replace my breath
With silent, sleepless death
You can repress my dreams
With dark and trickling streams
But the world is too big
To have no guardians in it
If the souls are extinguished
A light will be lit
In the earth's warm core
Calling to the righteous dead
Who count every wrong and sore
And for those crimes, dig
