Who Tells Our Bedtime Stories

A piece of the resistance Floats down the stream A purple flower whispers All that we could have been I heard we had it coming Riding down the line Will we be ready To give back the time? I smell the resentment Boiling fear When you hardly can breathe You don't help those who're near I wish we could find peace Smile in harmony That requires changing Who tells our stories That requires changing Who tell our stories