Lo, midst the ash, sits the man,
Stunned, sees the torn, battered land,
How did it come, Lord? He cries,
And what have they done to your prize?
Well I don't want to know,
Knowledge has its price,
Lord I'm growing tired,
I can't fight anymore.
Stroking his brow, with her hand,
Weeping, they now understand,
How can we take up the task?
And where do we begin, Lord? They ask.
Well do we have the will?
A whole world to rebuild,
And won't our seed just kill?
Like before... remember...
We can make it in the end,
We must make it, yeah!
We can rise above it all,
We can rise above!
Rise up!
We can rise above all!
We can overcome all!
Time marches on, for us all,
She measures one, and measures all,
And those whom she finds short of change,
She leaves them behind, in her wake.
The future's locked within,
A box we must look in,
And if we're to begin,
Lord give us the key.
How long shall we wait,
Standing at the gate?
What shall be our fate?
Lord if we fail.
The writing's on the wall,
And mankind shall fall,
Lest he hear the call,
Of sanity.
We can rise above all!
We can overcome all!
We can rise above all!
We can overcome all!
