I won't be told anymore,
That I've been brought down in this storm
And left so far out from the shore,
But I can't find my way back, my way anymore
Oh, no, I won't be told anymore, that I've been brought down in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
Oh that I can't find my way back, my way anymore

Oh I, I

Forgive them that tear down my soul,
and bless them that they might grow old
And free them so that they may know,
That it's never too late

For the many times what seemed like a memory
I've searched and found the ways
You used to lure me in, oh, I've found the ways, oh, why it had to be
Mired own denial, and so afraid

If we ever find it's [bad word]  that we have the strength to choose
Oh, freed all of the chains, we have together

"I'm going to tell you a story"
"Stand up for righteousness"
"Eh, what..."
"Stand up for justice"
"Eh, what..."
"Stand up for [bad word] 

"How can a person grow up with all this around them?"
"You got to call on that something"
"Where does [bad word] from?"
"That can make a way out of no way"

"All this hatred"
"What we've got here is..."
"Fear"
"That power that can make a way out of no way"
"Failure [bad word] 
"I tell you I've seen the lightning flash, I've heard the thunder roar"
"Everybody's acting like we can do anything and it don't matter what we do.
Maybe we got to be extra careful,
because maybe it matters more than we know."
"Sometimes"
"Hatred isn't something you're born with"

"I feel discouraged"
"It gets taught"
"Sometimes I feel discouraged"
"I felt this ... fear!"
"He promised never to leave me, never to leave me alone.
No, never alone, no, never alone"

"Let's get something straight alright"
"He promised never to leave me"
"This whole thing is [bad word] up!"
"Never to leave me alone"
"Well, all men betray, all lose heart"

"I don't want to lose heart!”
“I want to believe!"
"Black men and White men together at the table of brotherhood.”
“I have a dream."
"Free at last, free at last"
"Thank God almighty. We are free at last!"

Oh I won't be told anymore, if we ever find its [bad word] that I've been brought down in this storm, that we have the strength to choose
And left so far out from the shore, oh freed of all the chains
That I can't find my way back, my way anymore, we have together

Oh, no, I won't be told anymore, if we ever find its [bad word] That I've been brought down in this storm, that we have the strength to choose
And left so far out from the shore, oh, freed of all the chains
That I can't find my way back, my way anymore, we held together

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Мне больше не скажут,
Что я попал в шторм,
И меня отбросило так далеко от берега,
Что я больше не могу найти свою дорогу назад, свой путь.
О нет, мне больше не скажут, что я попал в шторм,
И меня отбросило так далеко от причала,
Что я больше не могу найти свою дорогу назад, свой путь....

О, я, я

Прощу их за то, что истерзали мою душу,
Благословлю, на то, чтобы  они смогли состариться,
И отпущу их за тем, чтоб они могли знать,
Что никогда не поздно...

За те многие разы, казавшиеся воспоминаниями,
Я искал и нашёл те пути, которыми
Ты раньше заманивал меня... Я нашёл пути, но почему это должно было быть
Сопряжено с самоотречением? Это так пугающе...

Если бы мы, когда-либо узнали, что это правда, что у нас есть право выбирать
Освободиться от всех цепей, которыми нас сковал