A line for food, the cold winds blow,
A mother waits, no place to go.
Faces pass, the world moves fast,
They turn away, like shadows cast.

We turn away, we close our eyes,
Hands reach out, but we deny.
It's not our fight, it's not our pain,
But the darkness grows in silent rain.

A man who ran, now lost in streets,
In crowded towns, no one he meets.
The signs are clear, but hearts are blind,
Easier to leave behind.

We turn away, we close our eyes,
Hands reach out, but we deny.
It's not our fight, it's not our pain,
But the darkness grows in silent rain.

If we stopped, if we cared,
Gave them hope, if we dared.

We turn away, we close our eyes,
Hands reach out, but we deny.
It's not our fight, it's not our pain,
But the darkness grows in silent rain.

Don't turn away, don't turn away.