Too long the prisoner in your own land,
too long the jailers' chains binding your hand,
too long the sufferer for such a short life,
too long the fighting the gun with the knife,
too long the people whose time never comes,
too long just waiting God's work to be done,
too long the victim of terror and hate,
too long the victory but never to hate.
So rise, rise,
stand up, stand tall,
your freedom come in spite of it all,
so rise,
rise,
cast
your chains down
and pick yourself up off the ground,
rise.
Too long the struggle,
too long the pain,
too long life lost
without any gain,
too long
the bloodstain lay on the land,
too long the skin start from stick in the hand,
too long
your children without any place,
too long denied without any haste.
Heaven is waiting,
your trial is done,
too long the victim,
now victory won.
So rise, rise,
stand up, stand tall,
your freedom come in spite of it all,
so rise,
rise,
cast
your chains down
and pick yourself up off the ground,
rise.
Rise,
rise, stand up, stand
tall,
your freedom come in spite of it all,
so rise,
rise,
cast your chains down and pick
yourself up off the ground, rise.
Rise,
rise, stand up, stand tall,
your freedom come in spite of it all,
so rise,
rise,
cast your chains down
and pick yourself
up off the ground,
rise.
Rise,
rise, stand up, stand tall,
your freedom come in spite of it all,
so rise,
rise,
cast
your chains down
and pick yourself up off the ground, rise.