thousand candles flicker in a thousand window sills
sea of empty hearts without a drop of love to fill
The root of all the heartache's where the seeds of life will grow
 [bad word]  my friends, it's time that you arose

Your voices may be silent, but we hear you all the same
Your words are in the sunlight and the tapping of the rain
It waters all the seeds asleep within the ground below
 [bad word]  my friends, it's time that you arose

    We will be free
    We'll be released
    As the echoes of your voices fill the air

    We won’t give up
    We won’t surrender
    Though your voice is gone, your words we will remember

The lessons of the past can lead the future on its way
But we keep getting lost in the distractions of the day
Now history’s repeating, and the cycle we must break
 [bad word]  my friends, it's time that you awake

    [bad word] 

The driving winds of autumn blow the leaves into the dust
The newly naked forest shouts and shivers at the gusts
The branches of the tree of life will bend, but never break
 [bad word]  my friends, it's time that you awake

    [bad word]