The  never-ending shade

When will it end?

We carry the history, it’s delinquency 

As we’ve  learned that quiet isn't always peace.

Bruised and weathered

We’ve come to witness a nation that isn’t broken but simply unfinished

Aiming to ask ourselves, what exactly do we need to do?

We are striving to forge a union with purpose 

Running around like a mouse trapped in a maze

We lift our gazes

 Close the divide 

Remind ourselves that yes we have bruised

Yet as we grieved, we grew.

Victory won’t lie in the blade.

 But in all the bridges we’ve made.

All the history, all the grievances

This is the era of just redemption

such a terrifying hour 

yet within it we found the power 

As a country we asked

As a country we questioned

As a country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free 

We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our inaction 

And inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation. 

As a country we grew from our query

We will raise this wounded world into a grand one

This is the era of redemption, we answered