Universal Cry

~Jessie Dawson Wilson 

Where there’re no shoes for tiny feet,

My heart cries out;

Where there’s no bread for a child to eat,

My heart cries out;

Where there’s no roof over an old man’s head,

My heart cries out;

Where Mother Earth is the only bed,

My heart cries out;

Where there’re no garments to keep out the cold,

My heart cries out;

Where there’s no peace for a troubled soul,

My heart cries out;

My heart is the cry of 50 million people

In 50 million sad voices made one.