Lyrics

There’s a mother on the sofa
With a tremor in her hand
Her boy was young and shining
Now he struggles just to stand
She tried to tell her story
But they cut her from the show
Said it wasn’t helpful messaging
And the public shouldn’t know

Why can’t they tell their story
Why can’t we hear their voice
Why does the truth go missing
When it doesn’t fit the choice
If silence keeps them safer
Then who’s the silence for
Why can’t they tell their story
On the mainstream anymore

There’s a tradie from the Gold Coast
Used to run from job to job
Now his heart beats like a warning
And his lungs burn when he walks
He wrote to every station
But the producers all declined
Too political they told him
Too much risk to air your line

Why can’t they tell their story
Why can’t we hear their voice
Why does the truth go missing
When it challenges the noise
If silence keeps them safer
Then who’s the silence for
Why can’t they tell their story
On the mainstream anymore

Advertisers hold the contracts
Governments hold the stage
Doctors whisper off the record
What they’ll never say on page
But the people keep on talking
In the shadows in the cracks
And the ones who paid the highest price
Are never getting back

There’s a nurse who saw the damage
Long before the rest could see
She tried to raise a warning
But they shut her on TV
Still she speaks on little platforms
Where the truth can still survive
And she stands there like a lighthouse
For the ones who’re still alive

Why can’t they tell their story
Why must their pain be small
Why do we keep pretending
There were never risks at all
If justice means transparency
Then open every door
Let the voices of the injured
Be silenced nevermore