old meanings

old meanings rise with every fall of night
and we are trapped by what we think we know
still freedom is the nature of the rite

the sea is deep enough to fill the bight
and nothing halts the river in its flow
old meanings rise with every fall of night

those who would teach us know not of our plight
and cannot pay us off for what we owe
still freedom is the nature of the rite

this is the symbol of all that is trite
a thing that others are not yet to show
old meanings rise with every fall of night

take this for what was given at first light
and yet accepted at the final glow
still freedom is the nature of the rite

we do not see ourselves as very bright
and bow our heads to take your every blow
old meanings rise with every fall of night
still freedom is the nature of the rite