I speak the words of a weathered man There's blood on the streets, that my son walks down If we suffered for this, It has to change I speak the words of a weathered man There's blood on the streets, that my son walks down If we suffered for this, It has to change We sing the sorrow of the dead from our souls And hope that they found Peace, dying alone We sing the sorrow of the dead from our souls And hope that they found Peace, dying alone They gave their selves to the streets, they saved They took the challenge To keep our faith They gave their selves to the streets, they saved They took the challenge To keep our faith I speak the words of a weathered man There's blood on the streets that my son walks down If we suffered for this, It has to change