I close my eyes, a million faces in the dark.
A million voices call my name.
A million people, no two the same.
A million hurting hearts,
A million desperate souls.
Millions of dreams, millions of goals.
On a long forgotten hilltop,
Stands a lonely, weathered cross.
And a desperate man upon his knees,
Lamenting his great loss.
In the corner of her bedroom,
Cries a tender little thing.
Her broken heart lies shattered,
In a pool of blood and shame.
Voices on the wind,
Thier cries blend in bitter harmony.
Tears and rain,
Flowing down the drain in equal measure.
In a land you've never been to,
A young boy calls my name.
He's shrivled and he's hungry,
His bodies racked by pain.
Near a dingy corner market,
A woman hocks her wares.
The only love she knows,
Is at the end of lusty stares.
Voices on the wind,
Are calling me tonight.
Tears and rain,
Upon my face, as my precious children cry.
