was listening to an old song while driving this weekend and was struck by the words.
on the turning away from the pale and downtrodden,
and the words they say which we won’t understand:
“don’t accept that what’s happening
is just a case of others’ suffering
or you’ll find that you’re joining in
the turning away.”
it’s a sin that somehow light is changing to shadow
and casting its shroud over all we have known
unaware how the ranks have grown,
driven on by a heart of stone,
we could find that we’re all alone
in the dream of the proud.
on the wings of the night as the daytime is stirring
where the speechless unite in a silent accord
using words you will find are strange
mesmerized as they light the flame
feel the new wind of change
on the wings of the night
no more turning away from the weak and the weary
no more turning away from the coldness inside
just a world that we all must share
it’s not enough just to stand and stare
is it only a dream that there’ll be
no more turning away?
