It is told, these centuries-old stories
Burn through wooled-over eyes as it all unfolds
Modernity's light shows society's
Blighted morality through senseless fatality
I can't, I won't
Pretend all is OK and turn the other way
I must unlearn
These old ways must change
It's been sold as a scar of the past
With unspoken resolve, no longer left to behold
Once-silenced plights take soaring flight
Now they shower, sway ivory towers
For these old ways to change
I must rearrange my range
With death seared into my mind
Ignorance, I leave behind
To emerge a seer from the blind
I'll be defined
No longer can we comply
You have a voice, make the choice
To extend an open hand, to understand