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A man on the radio wakes me from sleep
I've tried not to listen, but my conscience is weak
I've come up for air, 'cause I really can't breathe
Sometimes I think that he's talking to me...
The voice of America
The call of a stranger reach in to me
The cry of a soldier
The sound of a mother
Makes my heart weep...
I come home at night and turn on the tv
And the face of a woman stares out from the screen
I try not to look, but the truth still remains
Her eyes speak the words that embody my pain...
The voice of America
The call of a stranger reach in to me
The cry of a soldier
The sound of a mother
Makes my heart weep...
So I drove to the ocean
And lay down on the sand
To commune with the silence, the waves and the land
But someone was shouting to me
From the hollows below the ground...
It's the cry of a man on the street
It's a mother, it's a soldier, it's a priest
It's a boy in a gang with a gun
It's a voice and it's coming from everyone
It's the tears of a child
And the sound of a woman who can't speak
It's the old people talking about the young girls
Laughing at the young boys playing on the beach
It's your lover's voice and the kid that you can never teach
The brother you can't reach
It touches you and all that you can never see
It's the choir boy's song and the man who's never coming home
It's a drum, it's a nun
We are one single voice
Make the choice and rejoice
With the voice of America!
The voice of America
The call of a stranger reach in to me
The cry of a soldier
The sound of a mother
Makes my heart weep...
(We all connect at the heart of it
We all play our own part in it
You are never alone you know
You are finally coming home...)
The voice of America
The call of a stranger reach in to me
The cry of a soldier
The sound of a mother
Makes my heart weep...
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