I hear all the cries that surround me So many things are much bigger than my needs As the poor feed on empty promises The wealthy kings are stomach full on greed We hope, we cry, we pray for change We sing a song for the stars and the sun The stars and the sun The stars and the sun Let our sisters sing while our brothers go to war Let our children see, mother's keep your prayers I am my father's son, I am my father Heroes bleed gold, they wrote the answers to the questions of old I lost my faith in religion, promoting confusion and divide I refuse to be used as pawn fronting their picket lines Pigs in suits perched up on their high horse, sending your sons to war The greed they feed moving through their halls motivates them more We hope, we cry, we pray for change We sing a song for the stars and the sun The stars and the sun The stars and the sun Let our sisters sing while our brothers go to war Let our children see, mother's keep your prayers I am my father's son, I am my father