 It's the ground of the foot uncompromising. It's not the foregoing of the lie. It's not the opening of the eye. It's not the waking. It's the rising. It's not the song. It's the singing. It's the heaven of human spirit ringing. It's the bringing of the line. It's the bearing of the lie. It's not the waking. It's the rising. That's why we cry power. And we declare the day is time for a rising.