Are you listening, can you hear them? In the silence low, can you hear them? It's just a sound that was created, in a place that's been sedated In a life that's been frustrated, in a need that's left unsated It's a scream that has been stifled, someone's life that has been rifled Not of the few but of the multitude, born hard and raised in the necessitude Are you listening, can you hear them? In the silence low, can you hear them? It's the silent sound of anger, it's the silent sound of rage It's the spirits cry for freedom, from their story in a cage Where so much is left unspoken and by that very same token Hearts and backs are broken 'cos so much is left unspoken Are you listening, can you hear them? In the silence low, can you hear them? What would make him do it, has he no way to see through it? Through the sound that's been created, in a life that's been frustrated Are you listening, can you hear them? In the silence low, can you hear them? Are you listening, can you hear them? In the silence low, can you hear them?