This is for all the kings without kingdoms, or queens without crowns.

For the people without voices, crying out from the ground

This is one voice, a tremulous note,

Sustained by the wind and carried by hope

One voice in the ocean, drowned out by all

Catch it with your ear and answer its call.

Come to its rescue, the sad, the oppressed

Ensure we have something more than what's left

Will you take up the cry, and shout to the stars?

Or let it pass by you, wherever you are?

In a chaotic symphony, this voice rings true.

Can you hear that it's calling and speaking to you?