Speak for the Voiceless

Holler for the fatherless, speak for the poor

speak for the sick ones and the victims of the war

We will speak for the prisoner, the alien, the “whore”

That's what they call you, but not who you are.

For those with no home, always kicked out the door,

for those with little ones that they can't care for

Blessed are the meek. Blessed are those who mourn

Blessed are the hungry, who's lives are torn.

When you're lost and oppressed and beat until you're sore

We will try to speak for you so they will not ignore

We will do our very best to be your press corp

Speaking for you when you have no voice anymore

Speak for the voiceless

Find them in their distress

Is their freedom in this press?

I know we have to express

the pain that they go through

See a different world view

Though it may be taboo

We have to stay true

Life is not a bus-stop-- What are you waiting for?

It's hot as a sun spot, get out on the trading floor.

Go on and take a shot without debating your

ability and resume. Just keep creating words

There isn't a speed cop. We can do more than stay the course

Don't you know we've got the freedom to change the world

We'll make noise and won't stop as we try to open doors

With a voice for the people we speak for in this crazy war

The crowds may be surprised to see our words comprised

of words for the unknown and marginalised

They many criticise, but don't sensationalize

So the spotlight-deprived may be undisguised

Speak for the voiceless

Find them in their distress

Is their freedom in this press?

I know we have to express

the pain that they go through

See a different world view

Though it may be taboo

We have to stay true

They're saying our play didn't sway like they planned,

but what is today if not Heaven in one hand?

I pray it is the hand with the pen in command

As it brands the news with the truth in demand

Its my first-fruits and you'll hear it firsthand

From the heart to the gland to the head I expand

I will rise, open eyes with my cries like vapour

As God is my shaper my pen strikes the paper

I will lift up the visions of the vulnerable

Broaden their dreams to see what's possible

Keeper of the memories, collector of the stories,

I'll weave them together in His tapestry of glory

Speak for the voiceless

Find them in their distress

Is their freedom in this press?

I know we have to express

the pain that they go through

See a different world view

Though it may be taboo

We have to stay true

Though my pen may seem useless, it's my way of connection

It's a bridge and a wand and a poisonous injection

to dictators, violence, corruption in election

Displaying agony but pointing to resurrection

They say its one for all and all for one

And I for one want to see this done

I want to see the sun rising high

Shoot the bullets and guns out of the sky

Let the children run, to their water supply

Hear no grief, no anger, no more sighs

But it's all begun by stories that fly

From the roots, through the pavement without lies

But the stories get spun, and that's why I

will speak for the voiceless. That is my cry.