There’s a weight of things unsaid.
There’s a weight, it’s in my head.
And on this night it weighs like lead.
There’s a weight of things unsaid.
If there’s a song that can be sung
To speak the heart, to free the tongue,
Then let that song fly from my lungs
And keep on flowing, till love is won.
There’s a weight of things not done,
And forgiveness still not won
There’s a weight, it’s on my heart
It weighs until I do my part.
If there’s a song that can be sung
To make it clear what must be done
Then let that song fly from my lungs
And keep on flowing till love is won.
This I know, this must be done.
Treat the trees as kindred ones
And the rocks, the waters, too,
And all who live and dwell thereto.
Return the land and it’s good care
To native peoples everywhere.
Return the wealth, the pillaged days,
To all descendants of ones enslaved.
Remember who we used to be
Before these systems came to be,
Before abuse changed what we see,
Remember who we used to be.
Remember songs, remember dance.
Remember the sacred trance
That brought us all we need to see
Remember us, Beloved, we.
If there’s a song that can be sung
That moves the heart of everyone
To lift that weight I know we share
Then let that song flow everywhere.
Then let that song flow everywhere
