Ballad about a protestor speaking truth to power.
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Story behind the song
I originally wrote the words while in a gloomy mood in the doctors waiting room attending a medical appointment. "The beginning of the end" was a rather dismal sentiment... but it morphed into something else. At the end of the day... it's just a song.... and people will read into it whatever they wish.
Lyrics
The end of the beginning 9/4/17
Adrian J Pratt
The end of the beginning
Was the beginning of the end
A time for asking questions
When you needed a good friend
We never even knew
What that next day would bring
But as we traveled though the darkness
We knew we had to sing
So we sang our songs of freedom
And lit candles in our hearts
We refused to keep our silence
For we knew we'd made a start
Though every step was painful
And the progress we made was slow
We knew one thing we could not do
Was turn our back on hope
Though many spoke against us
And took our name in vain
Though many called us foolish
And try to refute all our claims
We walk on, and hold our heads up high,
We walk on, and we never say die,
We walk on,
For we were born for this hour,
To speak truth into power,
And to march arm in arm
We move on.
We move on.
By the time we reached the capital
We were nearly a hundred strong
Though we started out with just a few
Many joined as we marched along
There were people from every nation
And people of every creed
United by a common goal
To stand against their greed
And though many spoke against us
And took our name in vain
Though many called us foolish
And tried to refute all our claims
We walk on, and hold our heads up high,
We walk on, and we never say die,
We walk on,
For we were born for this hour,
To speak truth into power,
And to march arm in arm...
We surely meant no harm.
When we reached the courthouse steps
We saw the soldiers there.
That was when shouts and curses
Began to fill the air.
The scene was becoming ugly,
Counter protesters throwing stones.
Then came the tear gas,
Spiraling out of control.
The first shot they fired
They aimed over our head.
The next shot they fired
A young women fell dead
People started running, people were screaming,
"We have no guns we come in peace!"
I felt a blow to my skull
And when I awoke
I was in a holding cell.
The judge declared I was guilty of treason,
A traitor to my nation and people,
And that the protest that I made,
Had now come to an end.
The end of the beginning
Was the beginning of the end
A time for asking questions
When you needed a good friend
We never even knew
What that next day would bring
But as we traveled through the darkness
We knew we had to sing
And though many spoke against us
And took our name in vain
Though many will call us foolish
And try to refute all our claims
We walk on, and hold our heads up high,
We walk on, and we never say die,
We walk on,
For we were born for this hour,
To speak truth into power,
And to march arm in arm.
We move on
We move on
We move on
We move on