Some days
There is no mist
I see the moon
With it's promises
It's seductive palms
Caress my mind
And I dream
Of freedom
Some days
The mist descends
Dense and milky
It catches my throat
And the mist says
‘You are blind
And you are deaf
You are invisible
a Deadweight
In my milky power'
Such days as these
I take
To rest
Chorus
We were fighting on the streets
And we were yet unseen
There were guns and bombs and knives
Like we had never seen
We stood our ground
And we held proud
Cos this was not a dream
We took the nights
And held the days
We took them from the ground
Battle-scarred with tender souls
We brought the mountain down
Some days
The shadow comes
It casts its wings
Beneath the sun
The shadow says
you are mine
And you
Are never free
Such days as these
It takes to feast
I see you weep
And I say
Now we fight
For life that's ours
