Should the sky just turn to black 
And all birds die and fall 
When the ghosts go marching down the streets 
Marching through your walls

I'll be there, for you 
With you, my friends 
I'll be there, for you 
With you, my friends

Hear my cry 
Hear my cry

Should a flower be stoned to death 
And love is not around 
When you're hungered and your tongue is dry 
But your bread is filled with worms

I'll be there, for you 
With you, my friends 
I'll be there, for you 
With you, my friends

Hear my cry 
Hear my cry 
Hear my cry 
Hear my cry

Should the stars decide not to shine 
And the world is cold as ice 
When babies only cry

I'll be there, for you 
With you, my friends 
I'll be there, for you 
With you, my friends

I'll be there, for you 
With you, my friends

Hear my cry 
Hear my cry 
Hear my cry