rise up singing

In the deepest well of sorrow
In the silent heart of darkness
In the numbing cold

You will find a family album
That holds all the ghostly figures
Of a story untold

Gonna rise, gonna rise up singing
Gonna raise the bucket from down in the well
And I feel like I’m just beginning
Cause I made that choice, to raise that voice
And that bucket’s gonna rise, rise up singing

Like a bell without a clapper
With no story, no reprieve
This is where I hear the pounding
Of my pulse against my sleeve

Gonna rise, gonna rise up singing
Gonna raise the bucket from down in the well
And I feel like I’m just beginning
Cause I made that choice, to raise that voice
And that bucket’s gonna rise, rise up singing

In this silence is a mystery
Three monkeys with no face
Are there voices in our history?
Vanished, with no trace

Deep and dark beneath the surface
Shrouded with encryption
Blind and pacified

Will we wonder why there’s hatred
If the truth is truly sacred
And no longer classified?

Gonna rise, gonna rise up singing
Gonna raise the bucket from down in the well
There’s a time, a time for forgiving
I can feel the weight of the rope pulled straight
But that bucket’s gonna rise, rise up singing



L.J. Booth, Firefly Jar Music (ascap)

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