We cry sometimes
Isn't it a little too late for hope and prayer
The night grows longer
And only fools and kings don't tread in fear
We cry
We cry
We cry
We cry
We cry sometimes
Isn't it a little too late to disengage
And the voices silenced
By the politics of dancing in the face of rage
We cry
We cry
We cry
We cry
We cry
We cry
We cry
We cry
We cry
We cry
We cry
We cry