No Words To Say

I grew up in the South in the turbulent time Not a bad time for a white boy The country was changing in a peculiar way And all around me was a sound Growing sweeter and more murderous all at once And the people tried to hide their eyes From the chaos and defiance that was changing them all And the years passed and not a word was spoken The years passed, the silence never broken Quietly, they lead their lives Of desperation, no words to say There were those who know the tables would turn Running out into the burning streets And hoping to hear the words Of a prophet or a sage who might come along And straighten out the mess they had made The injustice and cruelty by their own hands Of the ones of another shade Quietly, they lead their lives Of desperation, no words to say Silently, they turned their heads Their eyes unopened, no words to say Then one day there was heard a thunderous chant The voice they feared grew louder and louder And the day had come at last Quietly, they lead their lives Of desperation, no words to say Silently, they turned their heads Their eyes unopened, no words to say