We Hold a Gun - Dispatch

Invite them to fly as you cut their wings

Tell them to run as you tie their feet

Where they’ll go…

Ask them to sing what they can’t yet speak

Show them how to sow where they’ll never reap

Where they’ll go…

We, we hold a gun

Here comes the tune once again

Another great chief with another strong hand

Fences and walls

How can you sit where you cannot stand?

And we’ll be needing more from the less in your hands

Fences and walls

We, we hold a gun

We, we hold it up

Fill up their rooms where there are no seats

Expect them to reach them and teach them to dream

Ask them to see as you shut out the lights

Expect a world of color where it’s all black and white

And is it protection when it never bends

And all the growing and reaching suspends?

Ask them to come and to dance and to sing

In hallways and rooms where the silence stings

And are we raising them up just to hold out their hands

And enter into a world that they won’t, they won’t understand

We, we hold a gun