What few will know

Verse

Maybe it’s the wind or the sound of the night

Or the fear that hides just out of sight?

Maybe it’s the souls of children who’ve died

from bombs of war dropped from the sky.

verse

Maybe it’s hate and the fear that it spawns

That plants the seeds of war?

Maybe it’s the mothers and fathers asking

What their sons are dying for?

Chorus

Deep in the soul of the child of man

is the sound of the wind as it moans.

Deep in the night when you’re all alone;

you feel what few will know.

You feel what few will know.

Verse

Maybe it’s the laughter of politicians

As they rake in their rewards.

Maybe it’s time the angel of death

Draws her deadly sword?

Verse

Maybe it’s the sound of a young girl

Robbed of her virtue and dying alone.

Maybe it’s the call of the howling wolf

or a lunatic locked in a room.

Chorus

Deep in the soul of the child of man

is the sound of the wind as it moans.

Deep in the night when you’re all alone;

You feel what few will know;

You feel what few will know.

Bridge

Maybe the lightning, the thunder, the rain,

Maybe the light of day

Maybe the faithful singing their psalms

Will make the world ok?