This Is Our Ground

This Is Our Ground

They built their towers made of gold,
But the streets are where the truth unfolds.
They can’t buy the fire in our chest,
We’ve been pushed, we won’t rest.

Every voice they tried to drown,
Is rising up from underground.

This is our ground, this is our fight,
We own the day, we take the night.
Raise your hands, shout it loud,
We are the people, we are proud!
This is our ground, we won’t flee,
This is the sound of liberty.
No more silence, no more bounds —
This is our ground!

They draw their lines, they hold their guns,
But we’re the unbroken, we’re the ones.
They fear the truth we dare to say,
‘Cause every voice lights up the way.

Every wound becomes a flame,
Every heart repeats our name.

This is our ground, this is our fight,
We own the day, we take the night.
Raise your hands, shout it loud,
We are the people, we are proud!
This is our ground, we won’t flee,
This is the sound of liberty.
No more silence, no more bounds —
This is our ground!

No more running, no retreat,
We are thunder in the street.
Every step, every shout,
Tears their walls of power down!

This is our ground, hearts collide,
We are the rising, we are the tide.
From the ashes, from the pain,
We will never bow again.
This is our ground, we won’t flee,
We are the sound of liberty!
From the lost to the found —
This is our ground!