A seed is planted In silent soil with no knowledge or choice As a baby is born In foreign lands without freedom nor voice
Where the will exists Hope will bloom Even in a broken hearts empty tomb Where despair takes root Hope will die As soon as the baby leaves the womb
You cannot feed the poor With speeches Nor alter the truth But until perception fails What is spoken Will poison our youth
The will to live Is tied to our pleasure The will to die Begins when we lose our treasure
For no man’s sake Will an evil man suffer While his oratory is a rose garden His actions blacken the gutter
Is it any wonder we cling to our vices For when the angry streets are our home And there is no welcome wherever we roam Then what comfort can be bought Except in a dark alley at night From the man who provides artificial light?
And yet a sad woman on the corner smiled today She laughed aloud despite her circumstance With no need for ambition or upward mobility She already knew who would give her a chance
She was asked why she was born in Mexico Why not ask why she has the will to live? But in the eyes of her daughter lies the answer And Jesus knows who it is that he will forgive