THE LAST SONG
PATRICK JONES, JAMES DEAN BRADFIELD
10. THE LAST SONG
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Bondaged citizens
Make the best revolutions
Asking questions
The deepest answer
The blood paints our protest
Untie the noose
Here is the ladder
One step at a time
Be unafraid to climb
They took your hands
But they could not silence your tongue
The darkest night
The last song
So the wounds purify
Our purpose to unify
We fall between
Dialects and time
Like pilgrims we will find
Untie the noose
Here is the ladder
One step at a time
Be unafraid to climb
They took your hands
But they could not silence your tongue
The darkest night
The last song