Heal Their Hearts/Freedom - Bill Whelan

Heal Their Hearts/Freedom - Bill Whelan
Written by：Bill Whelan
In the deep night
From a dark space
I hear voices calling out in heartache
They are wounded
They are broken
But their spirit rises when awoken
Yes they may be poor in birth but
Yes how great each one is worth
Heal their hearts
Feed their souls
Their lives can be golden if your love enfolds
In their dream times
In their visions
How they always hunger after freedom
Every hard load
Every dark road
Leads them on to reach a new horizon
Yes they may be poor in birth but
Yes how great each one is worth
Heal their hearts
Feed their souls
Their lives can be golden if your love enfolds
Heal their hearts
Feed their souls
Their lives can be golden if your love enfolds
Lord where is our freedom
When will our hope begin
Lord what of the promise you made
When will it come
We have waited for the time
For the truth to live when justice will shine
Too long those hands of greed
Held on and made us bleed
When will your people breathe
Lord will it come
Lord what of our children
Will they always depend on you
Lord why are they scattered and torn
And their young hearts in chains
How they hunger for liberty
Feel their hatred of poverty
Let their spirit rise soaring free
Lord let it come
Our day will come
Lord where is our freedom
When will our hope begin
Lord what of the promise you made
Lord when will it come
We have waited for the time
For the truth to live and lost for your justice to shine
Too long those hands of greed
Made us bleed
When will your people breathe
When will your people breathe
Lord will it come
When will it come
When will your people breathe
Heal their hearts
Feed their souls
Their lives can be golden if your love enfolds