My time
is not yours to waste
and my blood,
not yours to taste.
My mind
belongs only to me
and my heart
longs only to be free.
My words
are the weapon I choose
so your fight
is one you will lose.
My time
is not yours to waste
and my blood,
not yours to taste.
My mind
belongs only to me
and my heart
longs only to be free.
My words
are the weapon I choose
so your fight
is one you will lose.
The fight continues
as history replays
the bloody battles
of our yesterdays.
Our elders know
the fight is hard,
their bodies broken,
their faces scarred.
Still they carry on
and inspire anew
the fire in our hearts,
to which we must be true.
Do not hold us down,
for when we rise
that fire will burn bright
exposing all your lies.
A new generation
stands united by love,
not because we are different
but because we rise above.
Brothers and sisters we are
and we must coexist;
now is our time
to rise up and resist.