No one knows our names Lying here in these graves unmarked, with no name
Found you lying down by the roadside, half ways melted into the ground Down into the ground
Come and lay me down Beside you here in this ground, with five thousand more with five thousand more
One fifty passed and the hunger is gone now the feeling remains but the people are stronger I still hear you calling out today I walk past your grave each night and each morning I still hear the voices of eight million starving I still hear you calling out today Descended from a line of famine survivors, millions escaped but how many died though I still hear you calling out today
