Your words come in waves, in ways you wouldn't know
Hands or fists, words or broken bones
We'll carve our names in faces made of stone
Choose your words, we're better left alone
What it takes to make it on our own is all we're worth
March to the unknown
Walk through waves and wade where others won't
Choose your words, say what others don't
Your words were the loudest we heard
Your towers of steel let us know who you were
Your stare sent the birds to the air
Your hands on the wheel let us know you were there
Our hands bear the marks of a man
Our knees made to kneel will allow us to stand
Our heads will be counted instead
Our wounds, they will heal but the virus will spread