I hear all the cries that surround me
So many things are much bigger than my needs
As the poor feed on empty promises
The wealthy kings are stomach full on greed
We hope, we cry, we pray for change
We sing a song for the stars and the sun
The stars and the sun
The stars and the sun
Let our sisters sing while our brothers go to war
Let our children see, mother's keep your prayers
I am my father's son, I am my father
Heroes bleed gold, they wrote the answers to the questions of old
I lost my faith in religion, promoting confusion and divide
I refuse to be used as pawn fronting their picket lines
Pigs in suits perched up on their high horse, sending your sons to war
The greed they feed moving through their halls motivates them more
We hope, we cry, we pray for change
We sing a song for the stars and the sun
The stars and the sun
The stars and the sun
Let our sisters sing while our brothers go to war
Let our children see, mother's keep your prayers
I am my father's son, I am my father
