There's a fire that burns in a young man's heart There's a raging storm in his soul He's tired of hearing the unborn cry But what can he do alone? He can raise the voice of injustice He can join in the victor's band Stand, stand up and be counted Stand, stand up and be counted Stand, stand up and be counted Stand, stand up and be counted He's not loud, he doesn't want to stand out He works real hard to fit in He can feel the pain of the breaking hearts Torn in two by the sin On the one hand he wants to be wanted But that's not what his conscience demands Stand, stand up and be counted Stand, stand up and be counted Stand, stand up and be counted Stand, stand up and be counted And the blood of the prophets screams out From injustice of days gone by They died in the streets to set prisoners free Prisoners like you and like me Stand, stand up and be counted Stand, stand up and be counted Stand, stand up and be counted Stand, stand up and be counted Stand, stand up and be counted (C'mon, stand!) Stand, stand up and be counted (Stand) Stand, stand up and be counted (You've got to stand) Stand, stand up and be counted (C'mon and stand, hey!)