Wednesday morning at five o'clock As the day begins Silently closing her bedroom door Leaving the note that she hoped would say more She goes downstairs to the kitchen Clutching her handkerchief Quietly turning the backdoor key Stepping outside, she is

Never too late to stand your ground, Revolution begins In you, in me, revolution! Since the day that you were born the wheels are in motion Turning ever faster Play your part in the big machine The stage is set, the road is chosen You fate preordained We