‘Unsung Heroes’ Lyrics


‘Unsung Heroes’ Lyrics
Verse
The virus came upon us like a storm
Slammed into our lives at record speed
Our world has its back to the wall
Unsure of what it’ll take or need
We’ve been told to stay at home
Keep our distance from those we love
Only to buy the bare essentials
Put our faith in the heavens above
Chorus
But, hey, we have unsung heroes
Humble folks who really care
They don’t ask for praise or pity
Only the hope that we’re aware
of the risks that theyare taking
those unsung heroes way out there
Verse
Doctors and nurses battling to save us
Ambulance crews, and firefighters too
Police, the Amy, and the Pharmacies
stuck on the frontline for me and you
Store cashiers, and public transport staffers
are not always able to wear a mask
but like cleaners and other careworkers
their hearts are devoted to the task
Chorus
See, these are our unsung heroes
Humble folks who really care
They don’t ask for praise or pity
Only the hope that we’re aware
of the risks that theyare taking
those unsung heroes way out there
Bridge
Everyday people that we take for granted
when life is good and there’s no pain
until our daily lives are supplanted
by the threat of a viral strain
Now we turn to those unsung heroes
in the darkest hours of our days
with the wish that they can save us
from the selfishness of our ways
Chorus
Yes, these are our unsung heroes
Humble folks who really care
They don’t ask for praise or pity
​Only the hope that we’re aware
of the risks that they are taking
those unsung heroes everywhere.

In this viscious battle, in this war
that they’re not unsung anymore
Lyrics by Tony Taylor

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