IT MUST COUNT

We casted
Cause we trusted
We approved
Cause we believed

'I am the saviour'
Won our favour
So we choose you
Of all that went through
To dry our salty rain
And make us reign

For yelling was our hobby
Wailing our lobby
In tears we dine
In fear we wine
And every morning
Depicts another day of suffering

From the streaming eyes of the lad
To the heavy heart of the old
And the fainting soul of the aged
We crave for peace
And long for justice
For the benefit
Of our mandate