[male
vocals] (
Soft
piano
chords
drift
in,
a
weeping
flute
melody
fades
into
the
low-end
bass)
Yeah.
Just
listen
to
the
wind.
It
whispers
the
names
of
those
who
came
with
nothing.
And
left
with
even
less.
Born
in
the
valley
where
the
shadows
grow
tall
Barefoot
on
gravel,
waiting
for
the
sky
to
fall
My
father
worked
his
hands
until
the
skin
turned
to
stone
But
in
this
concrete
jungle,
we
were
always
alone
The
price
of
bread
rises
like
a
kite
in
the
storm
While
the
rich
keep
their
mansions
and
their
spirits
so
warm
We
dream
of
a
future
that’
s
painted
in
gold
But
the
hunger
in
the
belly
is
a
story
untold
Oh,
the
weight
of
the
silver,
the
crown
of
the
cold
In
a
world
ruled
by
pockets,
where
our
souls
are
all
sold
We
pray
for
a
change,
but
the
silence
is
loud
Just
a
face
in
the
struggle,
lost
in
the
crowd
Money
buys
the
laughter,
money
buys
the
light
And
the
poor
fade
away
in
the
dead
of
the
night
I
watched
a
man
trade
his
heart
for
a
seat
at
the
table
Trying
to
rewrite
his
fate
like
a
twisted
old
fable
But
corruption
is
the
water
that
we
drink
every
day
And
if
you’
re
lacking
the
paper,
you’
ve
got
nothing
to
say
They
talk
about
power,
they
talk
about
pride
While
the
tears
of
the
weary
have
nowhere
to
hide
We
look
for
a
savior
in
the
morning
sunrise
But
find
only
the
reflection
of
our
own
tired
eyes
Oh,
the
weight
of
the
silver,
the
crown
of
the
cold
In
a
world
ruled
by
pockets,
where
our
souls
are
all
sold
We
pray
for
a
change,
but
the
silence
is
loud
Just
a
face
in
the
struggle,
lost
in
the
crowd
Money
buys
the
laughter,
money
buys
the
light
And
the
poor
fade
away
in
the
dead
of
the
night
Violin
cries
for
the
dreams
left
behind
In
the
corner
of
a
room
where
the
light
is
confined
Is
there
a
justice
for
the
hand
that
is
empty?
Or
is
hope
just
a
ghost
that’
s
lacking
in
plenty?
We
are
the
cycle,
the
debt,
and
the
fear
Living
through
seasons
that
never
feel
dear
So
the
curtain
descends
on
a
life
spent
in
toil
Returning
the
bones
back
to
the
hard,
thirsty
soil
No
legacy
left
but
the
ache
in
the
chest
Finally
finding
a
place
for
the
weary
to
rest
Money
was
king,
and
it
ruled
every
breath
Even
following
the
poor
through
the
valley
of
death
But
in
the
final
silence,
the
truth
starts
to
show
That
the
rich
take
nothing
where
they
finally
go
Oh,
the
weight
of
the
silver,
the
crown
of
the
cold
In
a
world
ruled
by
pockets,
where
our
souls
are
all
sold
We
pray
for
a
change,
but
the
silence
is
loud
Just
a
face
in
the
struggle,
lost
in
the
crowd
Money
buys
the
laughter,
money
buys
the
light
And
the
poor
fade
away
in
the
dead
of
the
night
Yeah.
Just
echoes.
Just
dust.
Nothing
left
to
hold. (
Violin
solo
fades
into
distant
piano
notes) (
Fade
to
silence)