I came up hard Kept my guard up tight Learned the world can bite So I bite back, right? But I seen a face In the hateful crowd One small smile That pulled me out That hit me deep Like a steel-toed truth We all need hands To make it through Who writes the song for the weary When pleading their concerns Who fights for the weak When it’s time to stand and take their turn Heads held high Thoughts in the sky Conformation Their alibi Place your ear to the ground Listen to their sound The voiceless suffer When help finally comes round Eyes wide shut Blinded by the lies Assimilated Sacrificed Hands tied, feet are bound Ride the boat Let them drown The unwelcome going down Who sings the song for the lost When facing their concerns Who stays for the weak When it’s time to stand and take their turn I came up hard Kept my life upright Learned the world can bite So I fight back, right? But I saw some grace In the selfish crowd One small smile That pulled me out That hit me deep Like a steel-toed truth We all need hands To make it through Who writes the song for the weary When pleading their concerns Who sings for the weak When it’s time to stand and take their turn Who writes the song for the many When pleading their concerns Who sings for us all When it’s time to stand and take their turn
