See those people
   see them shaking hands, lord
   blood on horizons
   and love in their eyes, lord
   on sidewalks of strangers
   of violence and danger
  
   whooa
   they carry their weights and their backs are bent low
  
   laughter of angels
   cut and dry
   flagpoles and highways
   where light's in your eyes
   shine
   shine
   shine through the danger of
   violence of strangers
  
   whooa
   they carry their weights and their backs are bent low