There is a helpless need for human touch   We are smashed beneath,    On hands and knees, pleading   And it’s easier to look away   And it’s easier to believe what they say      That you might see my side and for a minute give in   That we are weak and we are suffering   That you might see my side and for a minute give in      There is a driving need to stamp us out   We are made to be ignorant and quiet   As we give it up for nothing   And we leave it to be taken away      That you might see my side and for a minute give in   That we are weak and we are suffering   That you might see my side and for a minute give in