Souls cry out
every day,
from other countries
that are far away.
Looking for
somone to lend
a hand,
someone to help
their fellow man.
Souls trying to heal
from every day pain,
trying to go on
to see another day.
Countries dying from hunger
and crying in the streets,
souls cry out
tortured, with having
no shoes on their feet.
No bed to sleep in
they sleep on the ground,
nobody to help them
not a soul around.
Souls cry out
every day,
from other countries
that are far away.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Nov.8/2003