Muscles are sore from grinning cheek to cheek
Tears no one sees that fall into weak hands
When feelings are high at their very peak
Never forget those in deep sinking sands
Singing lyrics without a single care.
Meanwhile who hears the voice of the stolen?
Ignorance can be bliss and yet unfair.
Speak for them until your lungs are swollen.
He does not forget the cries of the orphans
Nor the ones rejoicing in His refuge
Let\'s come together and share their burdens
Whatever size, it may be small or huge
We are not alone for He strengthens us
He has the victory. He is our plus.