• The moans of the weak aren't heard, Over the roars of the Mighity
    Pain is abundant, but we worry instead about being heard
    Above the noise we wish to be heard
    Above the religons, Above the politics
    We want to be heard, If we quiet down our sheriks somday someone may be heard
    Someday someone may put a stop to the violence, and the noise
    Someday they will rise up and defend the whispers of the poor, the weak, the sick
    Someday someone will scream at the world and that someone will be heard
    Someday The roars will sputter out, So that that somebody can be heard
    Someday.....