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Verse You might say that all of this was going to happen anyway
You might state you’d rather be a victim than to isolate
You might say the patriotic thing to do is disobey
Chorus I don’t have the words to speak about all that I’ve heard … I know that
I don’t have a way to process all of my dismay … I’m saying
I don’t have the mind to know if there is a design
But I will sing, and I will sing
Verse You might taste the systematic deadly lack of breathing space
You might sense that lacking in compassion leads to violence
You might learn some things about your loved ones that will cause concern
Chorus I don’t have the words to speak about all that I’ve heard … I know that
I don’t have a way to process all of my dismay … I’m saying
I don’t have the mind to know if there is a design
But I will sing, and I will sing
Bridge Turning in my bed the room is tilting, resolve is wilting, the tension building
Anger in the street accelerating, interrogating, asphyxiating
Voices speaking truth are slowly rising, stabilizing, unifying
Verse You might muse on thoughts we must articulate to make them true
You might taste the bitter truth of knowing lives have gone to waste
You might see the thing we will remember is the bravery
Chorus I don’t have the words to speak about all that I’ve heard … I know that
I don’t have a way to process all of my dismay … I’m saying
I don’t have the mind to know if there is a design
But I will sing, and I will sing
But I will sing, and I will sing
But I will sing, and I will sing
Sing
Words & Music © 2020 Martha Groves Perry
Martha Groves Perry 