This song means as much
As every stone that is thrown
As every book that is written and read
As every martyr that is dead and gone
This song means as little as every battle fought and lost
As every compromise and sin
As every lie we used to believe in, it all means nothing on its own
This struggle needs its thinkers, its doers, its dreamers
This song means nothing on its own
As every stone that is thrown
As every book that is written and read
As every martyr that is dead and gone
This song means as little as every battle fought and lost
As every compromise and sin
As every lie we used to believe in, it all means nothing on its own
This struggle needs its thinkers, its doers, its dreamers
This song means nothing on its own