Screaming to be heard
Footprints in the dirt
They keep us in the dark
Some embrace their loss
Others drop their cross
What's keeping us apart
To be as one
That would be something
Now that would be something
Teachers looking grave
Drawing in a cave
They keep us in the dark
We are running dry
Eyes too numb to cry
What's keeping us apart
To be as one, together
That would be something
Now that would be something
