When we’re young, we’re fearless
Nothing can hold us back from our dreams
Everything is just as it seems
And the possibilities are endless
As we get older, some say wiser
We see pitfalls we’ve never seen
And learn the price to be paid of being free
After bridges are burned in the fire of our dreams
As our minds grow sharper and our bodies more frail
And we watch our brothers and sisters wind up dead or in jail
As we witness those who stick out like a sore thumb
Or make too much noise get squashed, we’re struck dumb
We spend too many years doing the same ole thing
Viewing horrors and atrocities committed by fellow human beings
And we sit there in silence, enduring all manner of indignity
Hopelessness, depression, illness, imbalance and disunity
Until we lose our very identities
We forget that our power comes from inside
From the life force that comes out of the great divide
We spend all this time conforming and trying to hide
That which sustains us in the darkest of hours
Our passion, our hope, our dreams, our fire,
Our faith, our love, our will to survive
All those traits that kept us alive
On the slave ships that brought us over
No more.
It’s time to reclaim our power
To work on making our dreams a reality every hour on the hour
To bloom like the most resilient of flowers
Until nothing and no-one can deny
We’ve emerged out of the darkness and into the light
To soar to our highest heights.
This is the hour. Reclaim your power.
