I make it each day
With the help of the good lord
But late night, I comb the streets
Looking for a way to feed
Hell came in the way
Of a war and a child
They never returned
He never returned
We raise our hands and pray
Les invisibles
We hold our heads in shame
Les invisibles
And as my weathered hands
Cracked and colored with years of pain
Of the broken hearted
Frame their plates of white and gold
You take no note of your warm presenter
Would you like to know
What I've done for dinner
And why I've outlived my boy?
Justice serve it to you
You've waged this war
The rich wage wars
The rich take more
We raise our hands and pray
Les invisibles
We hold our heads in shame
Les invisibles
We raise our hands and pray
Les invisibles
We hold our heads in shame
Les invisibles
We raise our hands and pray
Les invisibles
We hold our heads in shame
Les invisibles

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