From silence I make a scream
Let me cry a little
And at the houses burning
And at the call for freedom
At the police, at the militia
And you wanna talk about what?
The party somebody canceled
The clothes you didn't buy
And you're talking about what?
The friends you didn't see
When sadness insists
There's no cardinal who can save
Blood runs through the streets
Bombs falling from the sky
Don't follow me if you don't care
I came to kick every door open
I came to talk about genocide
Some hide behind cynicism
I blow the whistle
And I pray to God, light a candle and ask
Why did you give us the earth
If you didn't rule the world?
Why did you give us war
And the desire to want everything?
Why does the sufferer scream
I hug my kids tightly tonight
I thank the peace and the food on the table
And I only think of those left with nothing
At the soup for the poor, the soup of sorrow
Don't write empathy just to show up
Being empathetic is showing up
It's hurting from seeing someone hurt
It's the wound on the other's body that keeps aching
From silence I make a scream
Let me cry a little
From silence I make a scream
Let me cry a little