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