All Our Comrades

All across every land,
Every soul, every hand.
From the clerk to the crook,
From the pawn to the rook.
I trace a path, crop to root,
Scrape the mud from me boot.
And I found that somehow,
All are comrades...

With this beat of my drum,
With the shot from my gun,
I throw my mouth from my mind,
From my heart, out of binds.
Every act: a revolt.
From your dream, I awoke.
Rubbed me eyes just to find
All are comrades...

Every soul, every hand,
All our comrades.
Every heart, every land,
All our comrades.