I'm begging you now for a redress of grievance.

This silence, somehow, has caused this division between us.

Lay down your weapons, let loose your tongue.

You've bit it down for far too long.

Heal this wound, end this separation.

Lay down your weapons, let loose your tongue.

I know where I stand, but in the end, it's your call.

These roads have never carried us home.

What makes you think they will now?