We are the abandoned ones
We were cast aside in the smouldering sun
Voiceless, though we always sung
'Cause the whistling wind knows the thunder will come
We born from a desolate
Like a noise in the emptiness
Though once ignored, we will be heard
'Til all of our voices ring as one
And we echo, oh oh
And we echo, oh oh
And we echo
'Til all of our voices, all of our voices
Echo, oh oh
And we echo, oh oh
And we echo
'Til of all of our voices ring as one
Listen as our whispers awake
With a brand new song from the Ancient of Days
Never can we be restrained
'Cause a bird that sings knows it cannot be caged
We were born in a pestilence
Like a cry from the wilderness
Though once ignored, we will be heard
'Til all of our voices ring as one
And we echo, oh oh
And we echo, oh oh
And we echo
'Til all of our voices, all of our voices
Echo, oh oh
And we echo, oh oh
And we echo
'Til of all of our voices ring as
One song, one heart, one aim
All of our voices, all of our voices
One song, one heart, one aim
'Til all of our voices ring as one
And we echo, oh oh
And we echo, oh oh
And we echo
'Til all of our voices, all of our voices
Echo, oh oh
And we echo, oh oh
And we echo
'Til of all of our voices ring as one
And we echo, oh oh
And we echo, oh oh
And we echo
'Til all of our voices, all of our voices
Echo, oh oh
And we echo, oh oh
'Til all of our voices, all of our voices
