Let us hear your cry
The one some dread to hear
Don’t be shy, start with a sigh
Then let it out, no fear

Don’t let them silence your scream
And take away your shot
Or rob you of your dream
For which you would have fought

But since you have no voice
I’ll let you borrow mine
I’ve finally made my choice
To speak up and have a spine

So, let them hear our cry
Those who can take a stand 
To plead your case before you die
And lend a helping hand

Until the night is no longer quiet 
And is pierced with your song 
Let us not stay silent 
And be rid of this great wrong

Then at last we’ll hear your voice
And you’ll have a chance to try
You’ll have a life and a choice
And finally we will hear your cry 

You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.

Psalm 139:13–16