The old ways before they came, and conquered our homelands;
With pain and blood and death and woe, instead of joining hands
Where once our days were sun, and rain, and peaceful sand to sand;
Was overrun with greed and stain, and made slave to demands
Where once was whole, the thief has stolen
I give away my sorrow
A sovereign soul is always whole
No thief can take my self control
We rise! We Rise!
We rise with time
The heavens open up the sky!
Down falls rain to wash away the pain, and muck, and grime
Wild flowers grow untouched by sorrow
And sow the generations of tomorrow!
Where once was whole, the thief has stolen
I give away my sorrow
A sovereign soul is always whole
No thief can take my self control
Wild flowers grow untouched by sorrow
And sow the generations of tomorrow!