I make it each day With the help of the good Lord But late night I comb the streets Looking for a way to feed Hell came in the way Of a war and a child That never returned He never returned We raise our hands and pray Les invisibles We hold our heads in shame Les invisibles And as my weathered hands Cracked and colored With years of pain Of the brokenhearted Frame their plates Of whiten and gold You take no note Of your warm presenter Would you like to know what I'd done for dinner And I've outlived my boy Just to serve it to you You've waged this war The rich wage wars The rich take more We raise our hands and pray Les invisibles We hold our heads in shame Les invisibles We raise our hands and pray Les invisibles We hold our heads in shame Les invisibles We raise our hands and pray Les invisibles We hold our heads in shame Les invisibles