This is not a song of surrender
This is not a funeral march
But a ripple in a well, the echo of a bell
Tolling from the trouble in my heart
Feels like the world is winding backwards
All around winds of anger blow
The river’s rising quickly, too deep to wade to safety
Now get on board, let’s everybody row
We won’t go back to Babylon
Where we were forced to sing
May we become a carillon
Let freedom ring, let freedom ring
This is not a song of Halleluyahs
Some truths are not self-evident at all
Many voices with one cry, “it’s my body—I decide”
We rock the boat, we rise, and will not fall
Batya Diamond © 2022
