It’s not the waking, it’s the rising
It’s the grounding of a foot uncompromising
It’s not forgoing of the lie
It’s not the opening of eyes
It’s not the waking, it’s the risingIt’s not the song, it is the singing
It’s the heaven of the human spirit ringing
It is the bringing of the line
It is the bearing of the rhyme
It’s not the waking, it’s the risingAnd I could cry power
Power has been cried by those stronger than me
Straight into the face that tells you to rattle your chains
If you love being free