Everybody, and the way they look at me
Like Im some kind of rebel
What do they know about my life
And the world Im living
You know that people, are allowed their freedom, and identity
Dont let em tie you to the railings of conformity
Rise up from the ways
Rise up from the ways
To a higher place
To a higher place
See the skies above
See the skies above
What was once beloved!
Take me to the angels, see what the good book says
Take me to the farmers, for the good lands sake
Take me to the land where a woman can be who she can
Is there anything left to die for
Prophets and Martyrs, I heard IT ALL BEFORE
IS there anything left to believe in anymore?
In the city, the melody can get so low
In the city, the people seem to walk so slow
Just remember, theres a place inside, we all need to go
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Take me to a higher place
Take me to the land where a woman can be who she can