| 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 |