Troubled People- Who Can Hear my Call?

The cry of a man who struggles to live;
The cry of a woman who lives to grieve;
Each day they wake up from sleep;
They wish to be happy and free.

The child who never had a home;
The girl who walks the street alone;
The roses when the bombs begin to fall;
Who can help them all?

The agony of a man that crawls,
‘Cos he was kicked by a lord;
The dream of a boy that yawns,
He’s stressed out and wishing to be strong.

The black man who struggles everyday;
The white man who turns his back away;
The pains of one who wants to stand;
The gains of one who sends the gang;

The boy who won’t reach twenty-one;
The man who gave that boy a gun;
The people with their backs against the wall;
Who can save them all?

Now I spend this priceless time under a willow;
I think of the tear of eye that wets your pillow.
When the mighty hates the small,
Who can hear my call?

Yours,
SUO