My friend , I have heard your cries of woe.
As the lack of mercy made you wail "no,"
I stood by in silence and shame,
Feeling not enough pain.
Through your sorrowful pleading,
I witnessed your beating,
Knowing the world was forever forsaken,
And your pride still longer taken.
My friend, I have heard your cries of woe!
Your shameless lamentation is here for me to know,
But still I sit idly by,
Unable to look you in the eye.
The beatings of brutality ring in my ears,
And I can only which that it all was not so near.
So long as I cannot listen or see,
I can certainly be lead to believe
That none of it is true.
My friend, I have heard your cries of woe.
Your sorrowful lamentation is the only pain I know.
The demons who hide at night
Harbor such a gruesome sight,
For I have heard your cries of woe.