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