Their fields were once so pretty Now a bomb fails to justify where they slipped in our defeat Those conversations spoke volumes to me I built a foundation on reasoning And aimed to discard grandeur for beauty No longer digging through the worst to find the hurt In a cycle we needed to break If this microphone is a vehicle for change We must resist the vacancy that's blanketing I will take my aim from the same old place Sheltering my spirit from the emptiness that pervades In a Removal Act tactic they ripped from history's playbook Like a reared-up disguise in a mellow sunrise that hides then blinds our purpose We make a choice to think or fail A principle that unveiled itself to me and never left my side Because my mind belongs to me and my spirit belongs to me I'm not giving, I'm not giving it all away I'm not trading conviction for apathy I'm not giving, I'm not giving it all away I'm not trading this clarity for anything