Out of the depths I cry to you, oh LordnDon't let my cries for mercy be ignorednIf you keep a count of sins oh who would stand?nBut you have forgiveness in your handsnnAnd I've heard religion say you're to be fearednbut I don't buy into everything I hearnAnd it seems to me you're hostage to those rulesnthat were made by religion and not by younnAnd I'm wondering will you ever get youself freenis it bad to think you might need help from me?nIs there anything my little heart can donto help religion share us with you?nnFor oh your like a ghost in your own homennobody hears you crying all alonenOh you are the one truly voiceless onenthey have their back turned toward younfor worship of gold and stone.nnAnd to see you prisoner oh makes me weepnnobody hears you screaming in the streetsnAnd it's sad but true how the old saying goesnIf God lived on earth people wouldnbreak his windows.nnI long for you as a watchman longsnfor the end of night...