Winds of Change

Three fighters went marching out into the fray Out into the fray as the sun went down Each thought on the struggle as they ventured away And the children stood watching them out of the town And the children stood watching them out of the town And the children stood watching them out of the town Brave Heather stared down her demons of fate When she marched into Charlottesville to challenge their hate And though the Challenger drove her to heaven's fair gate Her spirit's still marching and justice awaits Her spirit's still marching and justice awaits Her spirit's still marching and justice awaits For men must struggle and women must strike To come out of the darkness and into the light For the winds of change be howlin' For the winds of change be howlin' For the winds of change be howlin' Then a young black sportsman knelt down on the job To stop the police and the lives that they rob For the dead are not silent when the living kneel down And the young mighty Colin holds us to account And the young mighty Colin holds us to account And the young mighty Colin holds us to account And the last valiant hero stood waiting their turn Would they make any difference, would they even return? Would they have all the courage, would their spirit stay true? Do you even know that the hero is you? Do you even know that the hero is you? Do you even know that the hero is you? For men must struggle and women must strike To come out of the darkness and into the light For the winds of change be howlin' For the winds of change be howlin' For the winds of change be howlin' For the winds of change be howlin' For the winds of change be howlin'