When the trumpet sounds and no birds grace the skies, we will stand. When the sun holds in the East casting long shadows across the land, then we will move. Once the sky bleeds truth and rains enlightenment to the ground, then we will march. Where souls past converge on freedom's dark financed foundation, we will build anew. Where blind impertinence blocks the way of righteousness, we will overcome. When gray storms blow and rail against the light, we will persevere. When freedom finally rings from sea to shining sea, we will lie down to rest.