High Tone, Zenzile - Dub Parade (Zen Mix)

We are born

Yeah I know

And together we mourn

Deep are the roots on which we stand

Bright is the sun on our land

The sadness of the living man

Will stay and rise like a helping hand

The gate is open, freedom comes

And walking through we will be gone

Gone, gone, gone

Freedom comes

Gone, gone, gone

Freedom comes

Shallow is the water from which we drink

Dark are the nights we all dream

The joy that comes with every sin

Will change and fade like the moving wind

It is said the sun shall always rise and fall

Bringing forth the changes whether great or small

Oh must we climb over the wall

To feel the light and heed the future call

I walked this office for so long

Touching and believing I knew what was right and wrong

Oh yes, I picked the flowers, not the thorns

Down in the fields through the cobwebs with the corn

The gate is open, freedom comes

To be the first one everyone stormed

The gate now broken, we all mourn

No walking through, we are all done

Gone, gone, gone

Freedom gone

Gone, gone, gone

Freedom gone

Gone, gone, gone

Gone, gone, gone

Freedom gone