The Problem

Voices crying in the dark
Reaching for the closed off hearts
Fumbling for a desperate spark
Mumbling, not allowed to talk

A song is rising in the air
Penned in anger and despair
A song that's penned for deaf ears
As half the world cannot hear

If you can't see it
Then you must be it
It shouldn't be a problem at all

A song is rising in the air
Penned in anger and despair
A song that's penned for deaf ears
As half the world cannot hear

You say that it's history
Good luck and may the best man win
And that is still the recipe
In the giant lottery

If you can't see it
Then you must be it
If you can't see it
Then you must be it
It shouldn't be a problem at all



Credits
Writer(s): Bo Christo Schager
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