Hoping this would stop the chiming of the clock Hoping this would ring the bells of the one sitting on top Hear this verse I am going to say Hear the noise behind the silence your people Hear the cry of your laughing men Hear the song of the silent crowd See the frown from the smiling faces See the distress behind their delight See the tears, the sweat, and the blood they shed as they seek for a convenient life Feel it all, feel their forlorn, the anger, the fear, and the sorrow of their melancholic soul and disturbed heart. Your men have had that suffrage They have put you above all They have put you where you are right now You who is now on top You who is now grasping the branches of power You who is bathing in the milk of their squeezed pockets While you fed on nectar they cry those bitter tears haunting them till they fall asleep. Drowsed by the painful sensation, Drowsed by a fatigue from a loaded day On your tables you feast, while some of them share five pieces of bread in a meal While you sleep on soft beds they cram their selves in a cold, hard ground While you sit on your chair they suffer from a heavy day, punished from a little mistake. Many of them have died reaching your unreachable hands Screaming eyes as fear silenced their mouths Suffering after suffering Pain after pain Grief after grief Anger after anger Madness after madness Repeated sentiments When will this ever end? When will this oppression cease? When will these prayers be heard? When will the screams be noticed? They have suffered so much When will you feel the same? When will you open your closed eyes? When will you stretch your hands and save them from drowning into this deep melancholic ocean? Look at those dirty hands, look at those swollen feet, and look at those tearful eyes The heat of the blazing sun has blackened their complexion Don't be blinded by the way they look Please, look deeper into their souls Have you seen it? Have you seen the creeping shadow of sadness stealing their hope? Do not let it be victor O Father, be merciful to this people Save them from this unjust life Stretch Your hands and touch their hearts Ignite the remaining flame of hope buried deep inside their hearts Let them see Your light as they walk the darkened paths From time to time, I wonder What if no one has ever gone old? What if we have all remained as children? Chasing each other in green pastures Nothing but happiness is in the heart Tears may shed but from a narrow cause Will everything be different? And to you who is sitting on top Uncover those ears Open those eyes Turn your head to them who is shouting their grief Make them feel the clouds, before they meet their end