right now is the time for the tired and forgotten tired and forgotten to turn in our legs, crippled from our own way and strength and let us strap compa**ion to our chests and run as if we never knew how until now we will wear compa**ion we will wear it on our chests and sing with love at our throats like a child, it's all i know Father, hide our hearts in you lest we steal them back and lay them at the feet of men i know now that glory has not a place near my hands or any man