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Darkness where the silent speak, yearning for equality, waiting for humanity
Will they come? Will they see? Will they help their fellow brother in need?
Some are born with diamond rings, some are born with just a dream
Working til the fingers bleed, for the debt, for the toll
For the love to pick us up when we fall
Shelter for us all, shelter from the storm, shelter for the soul
Cold ground where the weary sleep, hungry but no food to eat
Desperate but no decency
Belly full man a hide, him a cast away the helpless outside
Some are born free to fly, some are born chained to die
Working children til they cry, for the debt, for the tide
For the love to help the broken get by
Shelter for us all, shelter from the storm, shelter for the soul
Written by: Alex C Mackenzie-Low


