In the deep night From a dark space 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 lives 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 Lord, where is our freedom? When will our hope begin? Lord, what of the promise you made? When will it come? We have waited for the time For the truth to live, when justice will shine Too long those hands of greed Held on and made us bleed When will your people breathe Lord, will it come? Lord, what of our children? Will they always depend on you? Lord, why are they scattered and torn And their young hearts in chains How they hunger for liberty Feel their hatred of poverty Let their spirit rise, soaring free Lord let it come Our day will come