No voice
They have no voice to ask for help from those called to love
Yet you hear their cries all over the world
Blood is shed like rain from above
Cruelty so deep it makes your blood curl
They are beaten and bruised for sport and trade
Yound and old, friendly and shy
What sort of culture have we made?
Where society gives no thought on the war against their cry
The blood price paid by animals across all nations
Needs to be stopped and replaced with life and new creations
We are their voice, we need to take action
To defend the defenseless and cause a worldwide reaction