Who's gonna matter of what the slaves have felt Nobody cares what they've thought Who's gonna hear the voice of nations Crying for help and justice Heroes must be hard and raw to themselves Trying hard to leave behind all the darkness Now let me try to prepare my soul 'Cos the fight is calling and What people need is just a bit of truth 1. When I was a prisioner grids could not retain my soul I was free although I was in jail I looked people outhere and saw the sorrow in their eyes They couldn't enjoy the freedom they had (Chorus) So great is the triumph of injustice and weakness all around this crazy world They began to shame of to be good and doubt of the truth And because they were lookwarm, neither hot nor could They deserve to be spit out of his mouth They say we are rich and well off, we have allwe need But they didn't know how poor, naked and blind they were 2. I looked at people outhere and saw the sorrow in their eyes Living they sickly lives I looked at my brothers, poor but worthy Anonymous, they were heroes.