Forward to the Light

They traveled without one another, Stanton, Mott, and Sojourner
Under a sturgeon moon, a maelstrom grew
It’s deeds not words we seek,
Lifting as we climb, marching beside and not behind
Sojourner Truth laid bare “ain’t I a woman?”

We are not wandering we are not lost,
Arrival comes with a cost
Hard to see the picture when you’re inside the frame
Step back, call injustice by its name

They first convened in 1848
At Seneca Falls in the Empire State
Sentiments Declared by fountain pen
These truths too shall be self-evident.
Equality belongs to all men, and women

We are not wandering we are not lost,
Arrival comes with a cost
Hard to see the picture when you’re inside the frame
Step back, call injustice by its name

Absent, weren’t invited, Ida B. Wells & Sojourner Truth
The Inn was full as the Quaker plate, we’ll take that up another day
Resolved that: women are equal to men, and all must have the sacred right
To stand and walk forward into the light

We are not wandering we are not lost,
Arrival comes with a cost
Hard to see the picture when you’re inside the frame
Step back, call injustice by its name

Generations not yet born
Would bear the fruit of their battles
Mountains climbed with all their heart, soul and might
Step by step they took the hill
Riding Grey Dawn into the light

We are not wandering we are not lost,
Arrival comes with a cost
Hard to see the picture when you’re inside the frame
Step back, call injustice by its name