On an island in British Columbia
Stood a building way out in the pines
Secrets hidden over a hundred years
Truths and lies hidden between the lines
The classrooms are now all empty
No more chalking on the blackboard
And the sound of the tiny tapping feet
On the highly polished wooden floors
The bells have all stopped chiming
No laughter, no whispering, no sounds
Just haunting, torturous cries
Of the souls they laid in the ground
Let their souls rise
Let their justice begin
See the world through their eyes
And everything within
Let their souls rise
Let their justice begin
See the world through their eyes
And everything within
They took them from their mothers
They stole them from their tribes
Took their names and they gave them numbers
And then they took their lives
Hidden in a secret graveyard
The first under an apple tree
Their tiny bones uncovered
And returned to their families
Let their souls rise
Let their justice begin
See the world through their eyes
And everything within
Let their souls rise
Let their justice begin
See the world through their eyes
And everything within
Let their souls rise
Let their justice begin
See the world through their eyes
And everything within
Let their souls rise
Let their justice begin
See the world through their eyes
See the world through their eyes
See the world through their eyes
See the world through their eyes
See the world through their eyes
See the world through their eyes
See the world through their eyes
See the world through their eyes
See the world through their eyes
See the world through their eyes
Let their souls rise