If I Don't Try

If I could take the bad away I would bury it down I’d wrap it tight and whisper “Quiet, we’ve had enough of you for now” My hands may be shaking, but they’ll hold to what’s right And my voice may be breaking, but I won’t be silent this time But who am I to try I want to take the hurt away It’s becoming all we see Why does color mean the other? In this land that’s called the free This shadow is gonna chase us until we let it in And we’re ready to face it together standing in the wind But who am I to try White shirt stained, we say his name This all feels the same, just a different day We won’t let this mask hold back our attack We won’t cover up how this land was made White shirt stained, we say her name This all feels the same, just a different day Not even this mask can hold back our attack We won’t cover up how this land was made Who am I if I don’t try? I can’t take the bad away And I won’t bury it down I’ll wrap it tight and whisper quiet I’ll learn from you now