The words of others make me dream in foreign tongues Songs of our mothers remind us when to run You get to rock the boat, you always lead the way Looking for land, deciding where we'll stay The moment they were pushed down, they would still rise up Set the tone and timbre, what follows will inspire An ever glowing ember from a bigger fire The moment they were pushed down, they would still rise up Feels like time is running out between good and not enough The moment they were pushed down, they would still rise up Feels like time is running out between good and not enough