With Love, The Underground

Hands up!
Black listed, discarded in ignorance,
But our wings grow stronger everyday -
And so do our hearts with every hope.
Tempered with compassion and an intellect:
HERE'S OUR ANGER! HERE'S OUR RAGE!
And behold the revolution here
In the hearts of you and I.
Yeah, we hold the revolution
In our songs, in our songs.
Tipping scales and offering solutions,
Painting portraits to burn and then repaint--
With brighter colors on the canvas.
Energized by music, love, and life:
With fists high we sing into the night.
And behold the revolution here
In the hearts of you and I.
Yeah, we hold the revolution
In our songs, in songs.
Sing loud.
Dance hard.
Soar high,
And without restraint.
Think deep,
And question all, and question all.
And behold the revolution
Here in the hearts of you and I.
Yeah, we hold the revolution
And the hope for a brighter today,
A hope we cultivate out of the decay.
We are the future come today.