If I wake up in a dream
And all I feel is skin and ashes
I will never return to my sleep

But the morning dew will make
All the rain clouds turn to dust clouds
And the world is a place of distaste


And the fulcrum swings on high
And the depths of valleys cry

When the only fears come clean
Who will lift his voice?
Lift your voice

Lift your voice
Let the soul within become without


Take a walk in the way
And stranger will stray
And the children will play their games

While politicians will laugh
At the journeyman's path
As the poorer get worse off than last

To the end
Of the line
In the only way that we all know


And the fulcrum swings on high
And the depths of valleys cry

When the only fears come clean
Who will lift his voice?
Lift your voice

Lift your voice
Let the soul within become without