I built my house on honest ground, every stone was hope I found But the world just laughed, turned away, said my hands were meant for clay Dreams misread, painted black when they were red I reached for light, they told me wrong from right Dreams misread, but I won’t lay them dead I gave my voice, I gave my years, turned my silence into tears Still they wrote a story I don’t know, a stranger’s name in lines I never chose Dreams misread, painted black when they were red I reached for light, they told me wrong from right Dreams misread, but I won’t lay them dead If I fall, it won’t be quiet, if I burn, it starts a riot Truth was mine, they never saw, but I’ll carve it into stone and law Dreams misread, painted black when they were red I reached for light, they told me wrong from right Dreams misread… but I still raise my head
