Who has gone before me
From whom does my life spring?
They, that prepared the way laid down for me.
What cost to buy my freedom, to give me voice?
What sacrifice for freedom?
And I am not the first – and I will not be the last.
And so still it repeats, repeats, repeats. Who lays down their life now,
Who suffers for my liberty,
What cost my privilege, my ability?
And do I even know?
Will I hear?
Will I see?
Will I dance their melody?
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