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?