The Question Remains

Intro

When will I be free…? When will I be free…?

(voices rising) The question remains…

Verse

Little girl in the fields, singing to the sky

Chains on her hands, but her hope won’t die

She hums to the heavens, soft as a plea:

“When will freedom come for me?”

Chorus

The question remains (remains!)

Through the blood and the chains (the chains!)

From the cries in the night (the night!)

To the marches for rights (for rights!)

We keep singing the same—

The question remains…

Verse

Grandpa dressed up, Sunday best to the polls

Turned him away, said “boy, you can’t vote”

He stood tall, with his pride still whole

Asking the same thing, heart and soul

Chorus

The question remains (remains!)

Through the struggle and pain (the pain!)

Every step, every fight (every fight!)

Every tear in the night (the night!)

We keep singing the same—

The question remains…

Verse

On Selma’s bridge, blood dark on the ground

Still they walked on, still freedom’s sound

And today we march with hands in the air

Different time, same cry, still unfair

Bridge

Freedom isn’t free—it’s the cost we bear

Carried on backs bent down in prayer

Each generation still holds the flame

But even now—the question remains

Chorus

The question remains (remains!)

Through the fire and rain (the rain!)

We march, we rise (we rise!)

With hope in our eyes (our eyes!)

Still the cry is the same—

The question remains…

Outro

When will I be free…? When will we be free…?

(whispered) The question remains.