The
chords of life
The
bright sunshine in our eyes
The
darkness descends in our minds
It's
the keys we play with our fingers
We
will live through
Putting
our footprints
In
our history it will say
We
don't have guts to make the change
We
like familiar faces
Walking
down the streets
We
are afraid to crack the change
We
have no stomach for it
The
chords of life
We
have to believe change must come
The
nation needs it so are her people
It's
the keys we play with our fingers
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