The sound of rain hitting the roof
Dulls out the pain, of what's outside the room
Outside the window, outside the door

There are the innocent, there are the weak and poor
The hurt and the weary, just staring at the floor

They've been told they can't rise
They've been hurt, they've been despised
But all they really need is a little help from god
They've been torn, they have lied
They've been burned, they've been disguised
But all they really need is a little help from god

The sound of the wind hitting the tree,
Dulls out the noise of what's inside me,
Inside my heart, inside my mind

And there pain pours out
In the words in their mouth
On a winters night
Nowhere to be found

They've been told they can't rise
They've been hurt, they've been despised
But all they really need is a little help from god
They've been torn, they have lied
They've been burned, they've been disguised
But all they really need is a little help from god

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