If we think it's heaven-sent Don't that depend on what we believe? If we got it under control Is that something we need to see? I told my fears to the ministers They could only shake their heads When I asked the governors to help me They would smile and nod instead Forget what Daddy or Teacher told you -- Your voice alone is as good as dead! Voices need action in the times we live in To sit on your knowledge is the worst kind of sin So scream it from the rooftops Beat your chest with pride Show them all the beauty and the horror Of the things you've been holding inside Tell the stories to your children Tell them to tell it to theirs Hold your chin and head up high And ignore the angry stares If we think this is the end of the world Don't that depend on our resolve? If it's all out of control Is it not up to us to solve?
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