This song is 20 years old. Sad, that it's still so apt...
In a still, small voice
in the middle of the night
brother Martin heard the simple truth
And he followed its pleading
thought it led to a crossroads parting
in the days of my youth
From the heart of my city came a single scream
and I heard it through all the white noise
And the papers told me that they'd killed the dream
but they never killed the still, small voice