Hear Me Out

Words and music by Bill Price

Every boy and girl, all around the world, were born to make a sound
And those who cannot cheer, surely still can hear and know the duty-bound
I'm the cry of the mother with the soldier son
I'm the sigh of the father when the war is done

So hear me out, hear me out
So there ain't no doubt what I'm singin' 'bout
Just hear me out

A cook in Kathmandu, the lost in Waterloo, all know when life has stung
An echo or a blast - like lightning being passed - it's clear when the suffering's sung
I'm the crash of the sword when the king reigns down
The thud of the pawn when he hits the ground

So hear me out, hear me out
So there ain't no doubt what I'm singin' 'bout
Just hear me out

Some - from you they'll keep
More and more and more from you they'll take
Some - yes, some walk asleep
And so we lift our voice to sing them awake - sing them awake

A hymn or a dirge - the strangest things emerge - a song can cleanse the soul
A room packed to the brim or just you, me and him, the truth should still be told
I'm the lonesome whistle on that long slow train
The rush in the pines at the winds of change

So hear me out, hear me out
So there ain't no doubt what I'm singin' 'bout
Just hear me out

© 2009 Mr. Quill Music (BMI)