right now is the time for the tired and forgotten

tired and forgotten

to turn in our legs, crippled from

our own way and strength

and let us strap compassion to our chests

and run as if we never knew how until now



we will wear compassion

we will wear it on our chests

and sing with love at our throats 

like a child, it's all i know



Father, hide our hearts in you

lest we steal them back

and lay them at the feet of men

i know now that glory has not a place

near my hands or any man