For the lost and the broken
All alone in the fight
For the hope of the hopeless sinner
Who lives between shadows and light
For the truth has been spoken
And the time is at hand
And the faithfully wounded remain
And we’re lost in the virtues of man
Love, love is a whisper not a shout
Not a shout
Hear
Hear in my voice, as it rejoices in the sound
For the hope of tomorrow
Can we not be afraid?
Can we fight back the horror of it all?
Can we hold back the floodgates of hate?
To the faithful departed
To the sage on the stage again
In the strength of our broken places
We stand, we call, and we wait
Love, love is a whisper not a shout
Not a shout
Hear
Hear in my voice, as it rejoices in the sound
Every day in your faces, every day in your eyes
Every day in your patience and faith
In a way, you all saved my life
In the scars we are broken apart
In the monster it fades again
And it seems like a dream to me now
And it feels like the marks make the man
Love, love is a whisper not a shout
Not a shout
Hear
Hear in my voice, as it rejoices in the sound
Love is alive
Love is alive
And it speaks to me in the silence
And it sings with me in the sound
And it lives and breathes in the space between
In the hopes and dreams we have found
Love is the healer – love is the light
Love is in everything – everything right
Love isn’t hateful – love isn’t blind
Love shall remain – love will survive
Love is alive
