No more Emma and Sasha
Now it’s just me

Emma Goldman, victim of injustice
Emma Goldman, factory slave
Emma Goldman, powerless and weak
Nothing but words words words words words!

I left Russia for America
I didn’t know:
There is no America
No free country
Look around!

I want liberation!
That’s what it was for
You and me and the money for the gun
You and me and the gun

[An idea. Transfixed.]

High strung
Like a violin string
We weep and moan for life
So relentless, so cruel
So terribly inhuman
In a desperate moment the string breaks
Untuned ears hear nothing but discord
But those who feel the agonized cry
Understand its harmony;
They hear in it the fulfillment
Of the most compelling moment of human nature. !
[Shift back.]

I’m supposed to tell the world the truth
Whether or not it’s ready to hear it
Whether or not it makes any difference
Whether or not you’re at my side

I’m supposed to raise my voice and say
That we're here to stand for our own freedom
That the earth's not just for those who'll buy it
That we’ll never, ever surrender

Because our resolve won’t be blown to pieces
The Cause won’t be ripped to shreds
I will take to the streets
And never forget
The power of words words words words words
And if one person’s freed from the imprisonment
Of an unjust and vicious society
Then this sacrifice we’re making
Will bring forth such greatness
That your life and my love
Will have been just a small price to pay

Such a huge, small price
I love you, my Sasha
Yours always

Emma