In the deep night
from a dark space,
I hear voices calling out in their heart ache,
They are wounded,
They are broken.
But their spirit rises when woken.
*Yes, they may be poor in birth,
but yes, how great each one is worth.
Heal their hearts,
feed their souls,
Their lives can be golden your love enfolds.
In their dream times,
in their visions,
how they always hunger after freeedom,
Ev'ry hard road.
ev'ry dark road
leads them on to reach a new horizen.
(repeat *)
Heal their hearts,
feed their souls,
Their lives can be golden if your love enfolds.
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