Heal their hearts
Heal their hearts
For they are broken
Soothe their minds, take away their complexities
Draw them a sculpture, that gives them a Oooh and an Aahhh.
Clip their pain running deeply in their veins, constantly altering their blood flow away from the heart.
Can’t you see
Can’t you see it, on each angelic face, flustered with silent tears turned into rage.
Make them feel something. For their souls have gone dry and cold, they are stone.
Stone pieces broken and hitting the ground like rose petals
Give them light, bursting flames, a big bang
Place them in your bosom and bring them back to life
Show them hope in a time of darkness
Their eyes are black and blind
They can no longer see pass the days length
Give them something to fill that void in their bellies, which is taken over by the hunger and cravings of thirst.
Taste their fears and protect them
From this generation to the next
Give them courage to survive, to be alive, to stay alive, to have an urge and a want to live in this life. Give them peace
Heal their hearts
Heal their hearts
O Lord make them see, strength is theirs if only they believed.