Orenda Fink

Les Invisibles

Orenda Fink


I make it each day 
With the help of the good lord, but laid my (?) 
I comb the streets 
Looking for a way to feed 
Hell came and away 
Of a war and a child 
That never returned 
That never returned 

We raise our hands and pray 
Les invisibles 
We hold our heads in shame 
Les invisibles 

And as my weathered hands scrapped and coloured 
With years of pain of the brokenhearted 
Frame their plates of whitened bone 
You take no note of your one presenter 
Would you like to know what I'd done for dinner 
And I've my outlived my boy 

Just to serve it to you 
You have waged this war 
The rich wage wars 
The rich take more 

We raise our hands and pray 
Les invisibles 
We hold our heads in shame 
Les invisibles 

We raise our hands and pray 
Les invisibles 
We hold our heads in shame 
Les invisibles 

We raise our hands and pray 
Les invisibles 
We hold our heads in shame 
Les invisibles