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