In this broken place where I was born It seems there is no peace, And the very soil that we walk upon Is filled with tears that never cease, And you can trace the scars of hopelessness Like sweat upon the backs Of all the outcast downtrodden, Water slipped through cracks Hold on, Hold tight And I am overwhelmed with grief, to see such suffering, For those who lack the voice to speak For those of us left stuttering Prechorus/Chorus: surpassed When the concrete of the world Becomes too cum (azchords.com)