My Name Is Noah

They took my breath away, so could you lend me yours That I might still be heard They took my mother's son, sure wasn't I her only one And with that, they changed her world A schoolboy I, of only fourteen years, who knew that day would be my last In June of twenty, my future slipped away. Here on the streets of Belfast I need someone to ease my mother's pain. I need someone to help me speak again I can't do these things myself, you see. So I ask, would you do that for me Alas, no more will my fingers guide the bow, nor feel my mother's warm embrace I'm just a child, knowing not what I've done wrong, to lay my days ahead to waste I need someone to help weather this storm. To stand for me, that my voice might be reborn Will you stand in solidarity? My name is Noah, would you do that for me? What if I was your own? You'd search each day to find some way to make the truth be known I need someone to ease my mother's sorrow. To stand for me and all my lost tomorrows I ask, will you be that somebody? My name is Noah, would you do that for me They took my voice away, so could you lend me yours