Where will you be when they come?
Asleep? At work?
Eating brunch on 21st?
Or taking in a waterfall one last time?

Are you ready?
They’ll come with guns.
They’ll come with a king’s order.
They’ll come to turn your homes into cells.

What’s going to save you?
Your money? Your faith?
Will your love be enough?
Will your tears soften the blows?

What will you do when they come?
Will you get on your knees when they ask?
Will you accept their words as your truth?
Will you trade your soul for your life?

There are streets outside your window that belong to no one.
There’s a sky that’s as free as you can dream.
Will you let them take those too?
Or will you remember how to stand?