Universal Cry
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Posted on March 9, 2010 by
~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.