To the author of this dream   I can't say I know all the answers   I'm short on so many things   But I know the choices we make will make us who we are   Can we be brave again?   To put a foot down for what's right?   These things we strive to have will fall to the worth of the dirt we walk on   More or less a chasing after the wind   A kind of ignorance the bright despise   Leaving their face without a disguise   Let them know that this is the last time   Let them know they put themselves to shame   Let them know   There is a movement, a movement in the air   Can you feel it?   Could we be brave again and not step aside?   If I had to, would I stand alone?