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 compassion to our chests and run as if we never knew how until now we will wear compassion 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