How many heavenly sent tear drops,
Filled the oceans,
Filled the streets,
Filled their homes,
Filled the ever flowing rivers,
That channel their way to the oceans.
How many tears do the children,
Have to cry before a stand is made.
Before a word of comfort is shared,
Before a hand is held,
Before an empty cup is filled,
Before barefoot toes are safe,
Before another tear of pain.
Tears from the heavens,
To wash away the dust,
Wash away the lonely streets,
The divisions and divide.