Your cries I will hear not Not from your bell towers or your minarets Your inner chambers or from your public places For There is a child crying It calls me by my name you hear it not You say that thing is not mine So I say I know you not.
The Audacity to choose how to live
Your cries I will hear not Not from your bell towers or your minarets Your inner chambers or from your public places For There is a child crying It calls me by my name you hear it not You say that thing is not mine So I say I know you not.