We can make it through this night.

I know they’ve clipped your wings.
I know they’ve blinded you.
But you’ve never seen better.

We can make it through this night.
And tomorrow we can spread the word.

I know they loved you once.
I know they were proud of you once.
And I am proud of you now.

We can make it through this night
And burst through the clouds
When the morning comes.

I know they lied to you.
I know how selfish they are.

Soon they will know!
We’ll change the pressure
And force out the dried blood that has filled their cavities.

I have made these wings for you,
So that you may fly and do your will.
I will never know how to fly,
But I make a difference by lifting you up—
I make a difference finally.
Indirectly, but finally.

We will bring them to the ground,
So that they may feel the soil and
Fall in love with the Earth and
Become part of the Unified Soul.

We will win this war.
Or our souls will die trying,

And we will make it through this night.