On the turning away
on the turning away
from the pale and downtrodden
and the words they say
which we won't understand
don't accept that whats happening
is just the case of others' suffering
or you'll find that you're joining in
the turning away
it's a sin that somehow
light is changing to shadow
and casting its shroud
over all we have known
unaware how the ranks have grown
driven on by a heart of stone
we could find that we're all alone
in the dream of the proud
on the wings of the night
as the daytime is stirring
where the speechless unite
in the silent accord
using words you will find are strange
and mesmerised as they light the flame
fell the new wind of change
on the wings of the night
no more turning away
from the weak and the weary
no more turing away
from the coldless inside
just a world that we all must share
it's not enough just to stand and stare
is it only a dream that there'll be,
no more turning away.
