The Less That Is Said

Listen to what they say They can't hear us anyway They’ve all come to their knees to pray What’s the use in trying? I’ve said all I could with crying In the noise it’s hard to hear Listen to what they say They can’t hear us anyway The colors all turn to grey Why stay here Is it just to keep you near Is it really the end The less that is said The more we are misled Why can’t we sing instead It seems we have the right If not to speak and not to fight To be seen in this sea of red