Heal Their Hearts / Freedom Lyrics

In the deep night
From a dark s***e
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 live can be golden if your love enfolds
In their dreamtimes
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