There is a helpless need for human touch We are smashed beneath, On hands and knees, pleading And it’s easier to look away And it’s easier to believe what they say
That you might see my side and for a minute give in That we are weak and we are suffering That you might see my side and for a minute give in
There is a driving need to stamp us out We are made to be ignorant and quiet As we give it up for nothing And we leave it to be taken away
That you might see my side and for a minute give in That we are weak and we are suffering That you might see my side and for a minute give in