Lonely voices crying in the city, Lonely voices sounding like a child.
Lonely voices come from busy people, too disturbed to stop a little while.
Lonely voices haunt my memory Lonely faces looking for the sunrise, Just to find another busy day. Lonely faces all around the city, Men afraid by too ashamed to pray. I see them in the subway, Burdened by the worries of the day. Men at leisure, but they're so unhappy, tired of foolish roles they try to play. But so few His gift of grace receive.