I speak the words of a weathered man
There's blood on the streets, that my
Son walks down
If we suffered for this, It has to change

I speak the words of a weathered man
There's blood on the streets, that my
Son walks down
If we suffered for this, It has to change

We sing the sorrow of the dead from our souls
And hope that they found
Peace, dying alone

We sing the sorrow of the dead from our souls
And hope that they found
Peace, dying alone

They gave their selves to the streets, they saved
They took the challenge
To keep our faith

They gave their selves to the streets, they saved
They took the challenge
To keep our faith

I speak the words of a weathered man
There’s blood on the streets that my
Son walks down
If we suffered for this, It has to change