I hear all the cries that surround me

So many things are much bigger than my needs

As the poor feed on empty promises

The wealthy kings are stomach full on greed

We hope we cry we pray for change

We sing a song for the stars and the sun

The stars and the sun

The stars and the sun

Let our sisters sing while our brothers go to war

Let our children see mother's keep your prayers

I am my father's son I am my father

Heroes bleed gold they wrote the answers to the questions of old

I lost my faith in religion promoting confusion and divide

I refuse to be used as pawn fronting their picket lines

Pigs in suits perched up on their high horse sending your sons to war

The greed they feed moving through their halls motivates them more

We hope we cry we pray for change

We sing a song for the stars and the sun

The stars and the sun

The stars and the sun

Let our sisters sing while our brothers go to war

Let our children see mother's keep your prayers

I am my father's son I am my father

I am my father

I am my father

I am my father

I am my father son

I am my father