In the alleys where the shadows creep
Dreams are buried, promises cheap
Silent cries of the ones who toil
Underneath the weight of the endless spoil

But there's a figure with a polished smile
Counting riches, mile after mile
In his world, they’re just a game
Playing with lives, they’re never the same

Oh, the poor need a king on his throne
To dance on their backs, to sit alone
In the shadows of gold, their pain is concealed
A cycle of hurt, their fate is sealed

Eyes wide shut to the stories told
While the rich feast, the poor grow cold
Promises whispered in the dark of night
But the dawn breaks, and they vanish from sight

He lifts his glass while they beg for bread
In a world where the broken fear to tread
With every dollar, he tightens the chain
Leaving behind only sorrow and pain

Oh, the poor need a king on his throne
To dance on their backs, to sit alone
In the shadows of gold, their pain is concealed
A cycle of hurt, their fate is sealed
The poor need a king on his throne
To dance on their backs, to sit alone
In the shadows of gold, their pain is concealed
A cycle of hurt, their fate is sealed

Can’t you see the tears that fall?
A silent plea for change, a desperate call
But the echoes fade in the halls of greed
Where the hungry hearts are lost in the need

Oh, the poor need a king on his throne
To dance on their backs, to sit alone
In the shadows of gold, their pain is concealed
A cycle of hurt, their fate is sealed
The poor need a king on his throne
To dance on their backs, to sit alone
In the shadows of gold, their pain is concealed
A cycle of hurt, their fate is sealed

So rise, oh voices, break the night
Demand a world where wrong turns right
No more shadows, no more gold
Let love shine bright, let the truth be bold