On the turning away

from the pale and downtrodden,

and the words they say

which we won't understand:

Don't accept that what's happening

is just a case of others suffering

or you'll find that you are joining in

the turning away.

It's a sin that somehow

light is changing to shadow

and casting its shroud

over all we have known,

unaware how the ranks have grown,

driven on by a heart of stone,

we could find that we're all alone

in the dream of the proud.

On the wings of the night

as the day time is stirring

where the speechless unite

in a silent accord,

using words you will find are strange

and mesmerised as they light the flame,

feel the new wind of change

on the wings of the night.

No more turning away

from the weak and the weary,

no more turning away

from the coldness inside.

Just a world that we all must share.

It's not enough just to stand and stare.

Is it only a dream that there'll be

no more turning away?

- Pink Floyd, from the CD: "The Delicate Sound of Thunder"