What a shame we all became such fragile broken things / A memory remains, just a tiny spark / I give it all my oxygen / To let the flames begin / To let the flames begin, oh glory, oh glory
This is how we'll dance when / When they try to take us down / This is what we'll be oh glory
Somewhere weakness is our strength / And I'll die searching for it / I can't let myself regret such selfishness / My pain and all the trouble caused / No matter how long / I believe that there's hope buried beneath it all and / Hiding beneath it all and / Growing beneath it all
This is how we'll dance when / When they try to take us down / This is how we'll sing out / This is how we'll stand when / When they burn our houses down / This is what we'll be oh glory
Reaching as I sink down into light / Reaching as I sink down into light
This is how we'll dance when / When they try to take us down / This is how we'll sing out / This is how we'll stand when / When they burn our houses down / This is what we'll be oh glory
We lost. We failed. We tried so hard and fell so fast. We weren't prepared. Because we honestly thought we could stop the Capitol. And obviously, we didn't. I wondered what will happen to us—we the rebelling few, we the defiant citizens of Panem.
Our two punishments came later. Cold-blooded murder was our justice. The killing of all the residents—innocent or guilty—in the openly hateful District Thirteen, and the killing of innocent children in the Hunger Games. It didn't seem fair. But we had done so much wrong. Maybe it was the correct justice after all.