Oh sing the revolution song!
Oh count the stars to right what's wrong
and everyone will sing along-
yes, all will come to know.
Napoleon, he told us so,
then captured all the world below
to bind and loose as need did show-
let reason rule the dumb!
Oh sing the revolution come
and gone, before the hearts of some
could rest in reason's chiseled home,
forever in the mind.
Yet, hearts eternity must find,
for such is space and such is time,
bound and in themselves enshrined-
to question rule above.
The sound of war! The sound of love!
The beating of the wing-ed dove!
The same, the drums once whispered of,
come perilously near.
Reason, reason- listen! Hear
the song for which you have no ears.
Hear justice, beauty, joy! and fear-
for Love has come for you.
Would color prove His love for you?
Would beauty, shed in red and blue?
With blood and water, weapons drew
the signs of sacred suns.
And when eternity did run
down waist and wood, the race was won.
Of Rachel's tears, were wasted none
for they did wash her clean.
Oh tell me now, what could this mean-
that light and love remain between
the measurements of all you've seen,
and to them you belong?
Oh sing the revolution song!
Rejoice, for justice proves you wrong;
repent, for beauty comes along,
and joy, that you may know.
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