The Sun Rises Overhead,the smokes still clearing
200,000 dead.
I can't believe the news today.
I see the Tragedy;the pain in Haiti,the land is hungry
I will not turn my face away.
Chorus:
Where is our Pride?For Brothers who Died.
We're on the same side.We're all children of Tribes.

Night falls on misery,the screaming voices who whisper,help me.
We have so much that we could spare.
There is no yesterday,there's no tomorrow for those who pass away.Don't just return the Dead mans stare.
Chorus:
Where is our Pride?For Brothers who Died.
We're on the same side.We're all children of Tribes.