right now is the time for the tired and forgotten
tired and forgotten
to turn in our legs, crippled from
our own way and strength
and let us strap compa**ion to our chests
and run as if we never knew how until now
we will wear compa**ion
we will wear it on our chests
and sing with love at our throats
like a child, it's all i know
Father, hide our hearts in you
lest we steal them back
and lay them at the feet of men
i know now that glory has not a place
near my hands or any man