Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there
Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way
Praying for survival at the end of the day
There is no compassion for those who stay
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there
There must be someone who can set them free
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tomorrow