A little (E628)

We’re fighting city hall in the dead of night, They say no with a smile so bright. Our little dream stands behind closed doors, While hope keeps knocking on empty floors. The fountain sings a lonely tune, Beneath the watchful silver moon. They count their money, we count the years, Our hearts keep beating through doubt and fears. Oh-oh, who will pay the price? When dreams are sold and truth won't suffice. Oh-oh, we’re still standing tall, With love in our hearts, we can weather it all. A little circus fills the square, Empty chairs and a cold night air. The carousel spins without a sound, While broken promises fall to the ground. The clowns keep counting, the clock ticks slow, Where all that money goes, we’ll never know. Behind those walls of iron and stone, We fight for a place we can call our own. Oh-oh, who will pay the price? When dreams are sold and truth won't suffice. Oh-oh, hear our song, We’ve been silent for far too long. The bass rolls deep through the midnight air, We raise our voices, we show we care. Every no becomes a song, Every closed door makes us strong. One day the ground will bloom again, New hope will rise through wind and rain. The fountain will dance beneath open skies, And joy will shine in a thousand eyes. Oh-oh, we won’t give up tonight, We’ll keep on singing, we’ll keep up the fight. Oh-oh, let our voices ring, For every broken dream deserves to sing. We’re fighting city hall tonight, But love burns stronger than their might. And when the morning wakes our town, We’ll stand together, proud and unbound.