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WHO WILL TAKE MY PLACE
Dan Frechette

If they shoot me down to shut me down,
Who will take my place?
If they bring an army into this town,
Who will take my place?
If they rule this land and silence me,
When I'm laid out with injury,
When my words won't matter anymore,
Who will take my place?

Revolution, you are not my own.
Who will take my place?
There are flowers painted on these stones.
Who will take my place?
When the silence of oppression dies,
Overheard beyond the battle cries,
Are the words the final compromise?
Who will take my place?

When the dogs of war are on the land,
Who will take my place?
When you forfeit life to take a stand,
Who will take my place?
When the dreamers fear the simplest thought,
When the bloodshed's taken all you've got,
When this world's an empty, creaking floor,
Who will take my place?

If they rule this land and silence me,
While I'm laid out with injury;
When my words won't matter anymore,
Who will take my place?
Who will take my place?