All eyes are watching
And all eyes are searching
Those cold eyes that just turn away
From the dry eyes who sit and wait for the rain
They’re holding on as the child cries
Simply holding on as the next one dies
Getting through as the bureaucrats dine
The pain of the world left behind
To each small voice there becomes a helping hand
In each small voice it gives us a reason
Because in each small voice there becomes a helping hand
You know in each small voice it gives us a reason
Looking for gold
It’s at the end of the rainbow
You’re never gonna look up
You’re never gonna look down
You never look around
You’re scraping the pan
But you’re not counting the sun
As it always comes round again
To each small voice there becomes a helping hand
In each small voice it gives us a reason
Because in each small voice there becomes a helping hand
In each small voice it gives us a reason
All eyes are watching now
All eyes are watching now
All eyes they are watching now
And with your hands held high and your palms wide
And with your hands held high and your palms wide
And with your hands held high and your palms wide
With your hands holding on
Lost in the circles of time where ignorance rules
The higher steps we climb to where the blind are leading the blind
And the children seemed to always be last in line
Where do we run?
Where did it begin?
It’s like burning embers that used to be trees
It’s like an old man falling to his knees
Are we too late to make a plead
Eden come back again
In each small voice there becomes a helping hand
In each small voice it gives us a reason
Because in each small voice there becomes a helping hand
You know in each small voice it gives us a reason
Because in each small voice there becomes a helping hand
In each small voice it gives us a reason
Brilliant and thought provoking.