I wear black for the poor and the beaten down, Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town, I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid his debt, But is still considered a criminal by society yet. I wear black for the sick and the lonely, For the old and the crippled, the weak and the holy, I wear black for the ones who have never seen the light, The ones who have never known a day without night. I wear black for the ones who have nothing to lose, The ones who have nothing to gain, but still choose, To stand up and fight for what they believe is right, The ones who will never give up without a fight. I wear black for the ones who have lost their way, The ones who have strayed from the path, and gone astray, I wear black for the ones who are lost in the dark, The ones who are searching for a spark. I wear black for the ones who are hurting inside, The ones who are hiding their pain and their pride, I wear black for the ones who are broken and bruised, The ones who are weary and tired and confused. I wear black for the ones who are crying alone, The ones who are yearning for a place to call home, I wear black for the ones who are struggling to cope, The ones who are clinging to a glimmer of hope. I wear black for the ones who are feeling afraid, The ones who are burdened by the choices they've made, I wear black for the ones who are facing their fears, The ones who are shedding their silent tears. I wear black for the ones who are fighting for change, The ones who are trying to rearrange, The world into a place where everyone can be free, The ones who are striving for equality. I wear black for the ones who are making a stand, The ones who are holding a helping hand, I wear black for the ones who are showing their might, The ones who are shining their inner light.