No Words To Say

I grew up in the South in the turbulent time
 Not a bad time for a white boy
 The country was changing in a peculiar way
 And all around me was a sound
 Growing sweeter and more murderous all at once
 And the people tried to hide their eyes
 From the chaos and defiance that was changing them all
 And the years passed and not a word was spoken
 The years passed, the silence never broken
 Quietly, they lead their lives
 Of desperation, no words to say
 There were those who know the tables would turn
 Running out into the burning streets
 And hoping to hear the words
 Of a prophet or a sage who might come along
 And straighten out the mess they had made
 The injustice and cruelty by their own hands
 Of the ones of another shade
 Quietly, they lead their lives
 Of desperation, no words to say
 Silently, they turned their heads
 Their eyes unopened, no words to say
 Then one day there was heard a thunderous chant
 The voice they feared grew louder and louder
 And the day had come at last
 Quietly, they lead their lives
 Of desperation, no words to say
 Silently, they turned their heads
 Their eyes unopened, no words to say