My Design کے بول

This is a call To wake The sleeping army Dreaming for End the fear In our hearts For the last time A shared vision Love's transmission through The hollow days ahead A hope For where we grow When its over And its over It falls It passes right through me It falls And you won't be mistaking me It falls Inside us Inside It falls It passes right Right through me And we find out What will remain One day I will wake up to find You've bound my sister's feet To find you've tied my daughter's hands And you are walling in her mind We throw Our hearts against the wall We grow The will to make it Fall So we are living in a five hundred year old Prison in the mind in the heart where they Take your intelligence and your faith is torn Apart by culture state and power come together And they steal all the light inside of us Everything that's real When it falls