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