MY EYES HAVE SEEN TOO MUCH PAIN AND SUFFERING 
MY TEARS LIKE RIVERS WASH OVER ME 
FOR THERE IS TERROR WAITING IN THE DARKNESS 
OH HEAR MY PRAYER AND SET ME FREE 

I AM BUT A SMALL VOICE, IS THAT WHY YOU CAN’T HEAR ME 
YET WE ARE MANY WALKING DOWN THIS ROAD 
I AM BUT A SMALL VOICE IS THAT WHY YOU CAN’T HEAR ME 
YET OH SO MANY WITH SUCH A HEAVY LOAD 

WE ARE THE TRAMPLED GRASS BENEATH THE GIANT’S FEET 
CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT, WE WALK TO SLEEP 
BUT WITH THE MORNING SUN THERE COMES A NEW HOPE 
THAT SOMEDAY WE’LL ALL LIVE IN PEACE 

I AM BUT A SMALL VOICE, IS THAT WHY YOU CAN’T HEAR ME 
YET WE ARE MANY WALKING DOWN THIS ROAD 
WE ARE MANY WALKING DOWN THIS ROAD 
I AM BUT A SMALL VOICE IS THAT WHY YOU CAN’T HEAR ME 
YET OH SO MANY WITH SUCH A HEAVY LOAD 
I AM BUT A SMALL VOICE IS THAT WHY YOU CAN’T HEAR ME

During the twenty year “Child Soldier” war in Uganda, young children in unprotected villages would walk two hours daily to Gulu, to sleep, to avoid LRA abductions and return in the morning to their villages and to school.