They all walk straight lined
One in front the other they strut
Will that be enough?
They walk after the beat dung
For the beating drums
They walk for the iron pierced through the innocent
Not necessarily hell bent on revenge
But they walk to be heard
Footsteps echoing on the guilty pavement
They make a statement
lips sealed but they're words escape
The journey which they take cannot compensate
For the loss the hurt or heartbreak
But it was their weapon and they walked in faith
They walked so today we could run
They walked for our freedom
We should not be ashamed
We should wear our stripes high in the air
What should we do with our pain?
For THEY say bury them deep under our feet
Smile, forget, have a seat
Our scars of honour
A symbol of our fight and triumphs
Our ability to stand and say...