I speak the words of a weathered man, there's blood on the streets my son walks down If we suffered for this, it has to change, They gave their selves to the streets, they saved. They took the challenge We could decide when we die but we decide what we defend We sing the sorrow of the dead from our souls.And hope that they found peace, dying alone. They gave their selves to the streets, they saved. They took the challenge to keep our faith