Cold and misty morning I heard a warning borne in the air

About an age of power no one had an hour to spare

Where the seeds have withered silent children shivered in the cold

Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold

I'll be there I'll be there I will be there

Suffering in silence they've all been betrayed

They hurt them and they beat them in a terrible way

Praying for survival at the end of the day

There is no compassion for those who stay yeah

I'll be there I'll be there I will be there

There must be someone who can set them free

To take their sorrow from this odyssey

To help the helpless and the refugee

To protect what's left of humanity

Can't you see can't you see can't you see yeah

I'll be there I'll be there I will be there

To heal their sorrow to beg and borrow fight tomorrow