Who Will Raise Their Voice?

When the smoke clears
And the truth comes shining through.
I will watch the sparks fly
From deadlines overdue

Make no mistake now
Time will hunt them down
Till the language of reason
Runs them to (the) ground.

Who will raise their voice, as the cruel winds blow
And who will call a truce, and who can break our fall
Whisper words of reason to those without a song
Who will raise their voice, and carry us along.

Those images are everywhere, like sand in your hair
From the beaches of childhood they slip through my fingers they're
Like years of our lives, tormenting and cruel
Will the world look that way again, silent and true?

So when the smoke clears
And the truth comes shining through
Those prophecies they made
Will crumble in two, like a dark horse riding, graceful through the night

You're the language of reason
The language of life.