This is my cry as I have watched the streets at night
I deeply feel the whisper of these little tots of their plight
If only I could hug them tight
To tuck these tiny teardrops under my pillow
And clasp them tight
This is my cry and beseech for Thee
That the busy paths will hear their plea
Of these restless sparrows that my heart should see
their crushed and broken wounds repeatedly
This is my cry I pray to God above
To wash the stained shirts of the little ones He loved
That they may again dance under the rainbow bright
And play once more with their favorite kite
This is their cry I hear them now
To bring back all the love thy have vowed
I have felt this love yesterday
As mother was always there to stay
And now that our cry was heard by You,
We know that You will be there for us too
To wipe away our tiny tears
And hug us tight as dearly as it is,
To hold and carry us unreservedly as we always wished
This is our cry for you dear friend
To stop chasing that angry wind
Stop by and see the green, green grass
Love these little ones and make it last
This is my cry for mother and father dear
That they will clean the fields and make it clear
Clear from all the angst and war
So the children will yoke in God's love,
and will never again be far...
By: Maya Guzman Santos
