In circles we gather. Moonlight fires are kindled. Sending it back. We just make it go back. Beating hearts, beating hearts. Come as one, come as one.
Soap box preachers tanding on the corner. And all the people they would gather round. You speak of faith with a blaze of glory. But those that fear they wanna knock you down.
When I got back to my hometown. I saw the ghosts of yesterday. And my godmother bless her soul. She still lives down this way. Remember when I was just a kid.
I see the people standing on the shore. I see a big chief there standing on the shore. I ask my mama what they crying for. . I saw a black cloud hanging in the sky.
You know we have a million stories to tell. I'm just one of a million or more stories that could be told. . Sacrifice your freedom. Sacrifice your prayer.