Invite them to fly as you cut their wings
Tell them to run as you tie their feet
Where they’ll go…
Ask them to sing what they can’t yet speak
Show them how to sow where they’ll never reap
Where they’ll go…
We, we hold a gun
Here comes the tune once again
Another great chief with another strong hand
Fences and walls
How can you sit where you cannot stand?
And we’ll be needing more from the less in your hands
Fences and walls
We, we hold a gun
We, we hold it up
Fill up their rooms where there are no seats
Expect them to reach them and teach them to dream
Ask them to see as you shut out the lights
Expect a world of color where it’s all black and white
And is it protection when it never bends
And all the growing and reaching suspends?
Ask them to come and to dance and to sing
In hallways and rooms where the silence stings
And are we raising them up just to hold out their hands
And enter into a world that they won’t, they won’t understand
We, we hold a gun