Bend a knee and hold his tragedy.
Show the past that we forgot.
Like the daylight of our burning streets,
Hide the fear of being shot.
Breathe. Why can't he breathe?
All the fires, cannot wash away the pain.
And all the liars, will never have the guts to change.
Can't one have power without anguish?
Can't one have power without pain?
We fear what we cannot understand.
Though we fight to mend this century,
Our black mirror finally broke.
Is the notion just too hard to see?
Our nation screams of drowning hope.
Breathe. Why can't he breathe?
All the fires, cannot wash away the pain.
And all the liars, will never have the guts to change.
Can't one have power without anguish?
Can't one have power without pain?
When will the world come around?
When will the world come around?
When will the world come around?
When will the world come around?
When will the world come around?
When will the world!