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There is no sort of victory
In standing to the side
Letting your beliefs become a mystery
Is not a source of pride
If no one steers the ship
You can't "sit back and enjoy the ride"
Not standing up but standing back
Shouldn't leave you satisfied
No one ever moved a mountain
By hiding in a tree
No one ever found new worlds
By being afraid of the sea
We can't have change nor progress
If we sit by and let it be
And unless you speak your mind
You can't be truly free