32 (Radio Edit)

It wouldn't stop raining as we sat in the cold.

32 daughters and sons.

Everyone just waiting at the spot as we were told.

Because we weren't the abandoned ones.

Oh how many times, do I have to have to say.

There is a light ahead.

And soon there will be nobody left out there to say.

Ohhhh

Yea

We give up

To get by

Our dreams

Our voices

We give up

without Cries

Or Scream

Under water