The 62nd Song

In the dirty faces of little children
Let me smile...
In their aching little muscles
Let me find strength...
In the many missing girls
Let me find my name...
In the blood of the slaughtered innocent
Let me find life...
In the differences of culture and belief
Let me find identity...
In the mute suffering of the poor
Let me find my voice...
In the widow of the patriot
Let me find courage...
In every tree planted
Let me find hope...
Not in the eyes turned up to heaven
But in the ever helping hand
And the selfless spirit
Let me find freedom...