Standard (EADGBE)

 I hear all the cries that surround me

 So many things are much bigger than my needs

 As the poor feed on empty promises

 The wealthy kings are stomach full on greed

 We hope

 We cry

 We pray for change

 We sing a song

 For the stars & the sun

Chorus

 LET OUR SIsters sing

 While our brothers go to war

 Let our children see

 Mother's keep your prayers

 I am my father's son

 I am my father

 Heroes bleed gold

 They wrote the answers

 To the questions of cold

 I lost my faith in religion

Promoting confusion and divide

 I refuse to be used as prawn

Fronting their picket lines

 Pigs in suits perched up on their high horse

 Sending your sons to war

 The greed they feed moving through their halls

 Motivates them more