[male
vocals] (
Violin
melodies
swell
slowly
with
a
soft
keyboard
pad)
Yeah
Sometimes
the
silence
tells
the
loudest
story
From
the
dust
to
the
dawn
We
still
rising
Listen
Sun
come
up,
the
generator
humming
low
Fuel
price
climbing,
nowhere
left
to
go
The
politician
promised
us
a
brand
new
day
But
all
the
lights
went
out
and
then
they
paved
the
way
With
empty
words
and
promises
that
hit
the
floor
While
we
standing
in
the
queue,
begging
for
some
more
The
pastor
says
believe,
just
sow
another
seed
But
my
pocket's
feeling
hollow,
feeding
all
their
greed
I
walk
the
dusty
road,
looking
for
a
sign
Tracing
out
the
pattern
of
a
life
that’
s
mine
Heavy
heart,
heavy
feet,
moving
through
the
haze
Trying
to
find
a
rhythm
in
these
broken
days
Oh,
can
you
hear
the
city
weeping
in
the
dark?
Trying
to
fan
the
embers
just
to
find
a
spark
We
are
the
rhythm,
we
are
the
sound
of
the
street
Rising
above
the
pressure,
refusing
the
defeat
Through
the
storm,
through
the
night,
we
holding
on
tight
Waiting
for
the
morning
to
bring
us
back
the
light
Northern
winds
blowing
cold
across
the
Sahel
plain
Mali
rhythm
in
my
chest,
washing
out
the
pain
The
violin
is
crying
for
the
ones
we
lost
Counting
up
the
hustle,
wondering
the
cost
But
there’
s
a
fire
inside
that
they
cannot
quench
Working
from
the
shop
bench
to
the
office
trench
I
see
my
brothers
hustling,
eyes
on
the
goal
Giving
every
drop
of
sweat,
giving
every
soul
We
don't
need
a
savior
in
a
limousine
We
just
need
a
chance
to
exist
and
to
be
seen
Beyond
the
shadows
of
the
ones
who
hold
the
key
We
are
the
future,
we
are
the
ones
meant
to
be
free
Oh,
can
you
hear
the
city
weeping
in
the
dark?
Trying
to
fan
the
embers
just
to
find
a
spark
We
are
the
rhythm,
we
are
the
sound
of
the
street
Rising
above
the
pressure,
refusing
the
defeat
Through
the
storm,
through
the
night,
we
holding
on
tight
Waiting
for
the
morning
to
bring
us
back
the
light (
Trumpet
solo
soars,
rising
and
triumphant)
Let
the
trumpet
ring,
break
the
silence
wide
There
is
a
strength
in
us
that
they
cannot
hide
Though
the
tunnel
is
long,
though
the
road
is
steep
We
got
promises
to
make,
we
got
dreams
to
keep
Every
struggle
is
a
brick
in
the
wall
we
build
With
our
own
two
hands,
with
our
own
heart
filled
So
keep
your
head
up
high
when
the
system
tries
to
bend
Realize
the
hustle
is
the
only
real
friend
I
see
the
light
in
you,
I
see
the
light
in
me
An
ocean
of
ambition
like
the
deep
blue
sea
No
more
looking
backwards
at
the
ones
who
failed
We’
re
setting
our
own
course,
we’
re
setting
out
to
sail
Authentic
power
coming
from
the
root
to
the
leaf
Moving
past
the
sorrow,
moving
past
the
grief
Oh,
can
you
hear
the
city
weeping
in
the
dark?
Trying
to
fan
the
embers
just
to
find
a
spark
We
are
the
rhythm,
we
are
the
sound
of
the
street
Rising
above
the
pressure,
refusing
the
defeat
Through
the
storm,
through
the
night,
we
holding
on
tight
Waiting
for
the
morning
to
bring
us
back
the
light
Yeah
It’
s
the
pulse
of
the
nation
We
rising
From
the
dust
To
the
stars
Keep
holding
on (
Trumpet
fades
into
a
soft
violin
finish)