Under the moon, he works by night
Another sleeps, for the sun is her light.
Only by chance, would their hearts soon unbeat
And their lives would just stop; so incomplete.
The echoing sound of the raging thunder…
The helpless cries are like no other.
The world knows, they see; they hear.
But ears of wax consume their fear.
Teardrops fall into the great unknown
Another song is left unsung.
Shackled hearts are left to wander
How do we stop the raging thunder?
Oh you singers of the world…
Sing out loud for it to be heard.
So no more tears drop into the great unknown…
So no more songs will be left unsung.

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