I see the hunger in their eyes,
Kids sleeping cold under neon skies.
Mama cries behind a broken door,
And I just stand here, can’t give no more.

He lost his job, she lost her pride,
Dreams they built now just collide.
I wanna help, I really do…
But my pockets are empty, and my hope is too.

I got no money,
No cross to raise.
No throne, no power,
No famous face.
Just a voice, just a heart, and these empty hands…
Wishing I could heal this broken land.

I write my name on protest signs,
But no one reads between the lines.
They scroll and like, then scroll away,
While another soul fades into gray.

I pray for light, I sing for peace,
But prayers don’t pay the rising lease.
I’d give it all if I had more,
But I sleep each night on a creaky floor.

I got no riches,
No pulpit stand.
No silver tongue,
No magic plan.
Just a song, just a tear, and these tired hands…
Trying to hold what this world can’t understand.

“I see the fire, but I ain’t water…
I see the fall, but I ain’t taller.
I’m just a man…
Trying not to drown with all of them.”

No, I got no answers,
Just quiet cries.
No wings to lift them,
Only lullabies.
But I’m still here, I still care, with these empty hands…
And maybe… that’s where mercy stands.