• My eyes have been opened to a world that I claim not as my own
    This world is dark, this world is bright.
    This world, the people, they dame there own rights.
    Fight they say, hide they say
    Live they say, die they say
    What is it? Which is it? Tell me, tell me I say.
    But do they listen, do they answer by name or by law?
    No silent are the days, silent is the voice I crave
    What do you say?
    Or is it silents that you claim?