Flip the Leaf

In the heart of the night, just south of the sun Each thread of injustice, woven one by one And the melody of the streets, sighs a sad, low hum. In the shadow of progress, beneath greed’s weight The children of tomorrow pay the cost of hate From the bitter seeds grown, blooms a harvest of fate. So we sing for change, cry out loud and clear, In the heart of the city, does anybody hear? Oh, turn the page, let love conquer fear. {end}