What few will know
Verse
Maybe itís the wind or the sound of the night
Or the fear that hides just out of sight?
Maybe itís the souls of children whoíve died
from bombs of war dropped from the sky.
verse
Maybe itís hate and the fear that it spawns
That plants the seeds of war?
Maybe itís the mothers and fathers asking
What their sons are dying for?
Chorus
Deep in the soul of the child of man
is the sound of the wind as it moans.
Deep in the night when youíre all alone;
you feel what few will know.
You feel what few will know.
Verse
Maybe itís the laughter of politicians
As they rake in their rewards.
Maybe itís time the angel of death
Draws her deadly sword?

Verse
Maybe itís the sound of a young girl
Robbed of her virtue and dying alone.
Maybe itís the call of the howling wolf
or a lunatic locked in a room.
Chorus
Deep in the soul of the child of man
is the sound of the wind as it moans.
Deep in the night when youíre all alone;
You feel what few will know;
You feel what few will know.
Bridge
Maybe the lightning, the thunder, the rain,
Maybe the light of day
Maybe the faithful singing their psalms
Will make the world ok?