Passing Low

Passing low Under your door Shut down the lights Take the clock off the wall Sit in the study As you hear the call Leap to your feet Let the books just lay where they fall Feeling strong Under the color Not for the cash Not a penny not a dollar Passing low Over your head Let the bullets come Just pieces of lead Burning slow Behind the haze The spark of freedom Has set your heart ablaze Steady flow Against the stream A single whisper Echoed by a million screams Enchanted soul As you return Proud and tall And the oppressor's cities burn Passing slow Through your door Turn on the lights Hang the clock back on the wall