You say I’m preaching to the choir

Of a religion that doesn’t give a damn.

That no one’s ever gonna listen,

That my words are just a waste of breath.

But I can’t help but laugh at that,

‘Cause even if you tear me down,

Your words still prove you heard me—

And that’s a step, no matter how small.

Not everyone will hear me,

Not everyone will believe.

But if I keep speaking my truth,

Someone out there’s bound to see.

And all it takes is one, just one,

To remind me why I hold my head up high.

Maybe I’ll take your words to heart,

But don’t hold your breath on that.

Still, I should thank you now,

For giving me a reason to sing this song.

You’re not the first, won’t be the last.

I’ve heard the same damn thing before.

Like a track stuck on repeat,

But I won’t let it drown me out.

You say my words don’t matter,

That my fight’s already lost.

But if that were really true,

Why do you care at all?

And all it takes is one, just one,

To remind me why I hold my head up high.

Maybe I’ll take your words to heart,

But don’t hold your breath on that.

Still, I should thank you now,

For giving me a reason to sing this song.

So I’ll just keep preaching to the choir,

As you called it.