By Park
How long has it been since you looked up at the sky, and thought what a beautiful place.
And did you feel blessed and thankful that you had been born into the world under such a divine grace.
Did you stop and think of the world we don't know, so many miles away.
Where children are hungry and mothers are dying, because of some political array.
And if you could, would you reach out and help them, hold them, and heal them, and promises them a better tomorrow.
Or would you turn your back, and let them endure alone, all the heartache and all the sorrow?
How long has it been since you looked up at the sky, and thought what a beautiful place.
And did you feel blessed and thankful that you had been born into the world under such a divine grace.
Did you stop and think of the world we don't know, so many miles away.
Where children are hungry and mothers are dying, because of some political array.
And if you could, would you reach out and help them, hold them, and heal them, and promises them a better tomorrow.
Or would you turn your back, and let them endure alone, all the heartache and all the sorrow?
