the world it moves in ways we can scarcely understand yet we walk into the light after everything we've seen we still believe that we are free yet we sing the song of our chains it's been said that the people will be free when the sounding of the horn becomes the bending of the tree the dove will be held high by the singing summer breeze inside the light that fills god's mind from the vine grows the thorn and the thorns make up a crown where were you when love was born where was love when we were bound? I have nothing left of you and I have not much left of me something is assembled nonetheless on either side of the line we circle our own selves we search through the fog all this noise was once a sound and every leaf was once the ground wild eyed fear beholds the night when the shadow of the path is violated by false light