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...