You are glass and will not shine. Though I stand before you boldly, trim and rank and mark and tongue. You do own to hear me faintly as a whisper on range while my drums beat out the message and the rhythms never change. Equality and I will be free. Equality and I will be free. You announce my wings are wanting and that I fly from man to man. But as long as I'm just a shadow to you, could you ever understand? You have lived a painful history. We know the shame for past. But I keep on moving forward and you keep on coming last. Equality and I will be free. Equality and I will be free. Take the blinders from your vision. Take the paddies from your ears. And confess you've seen me cry. And admit you've heard my tears. Here the tibble so compelling. Here the blood throb in my veins. Yes, my drums are beating nightly and the rhythms never change. Equality and I will be free. Equality and I will be free. Applause.