CRYING

He plays alone on a busy street
Unclothed, he’s naked in the midday heat
He sleeps at night where he lays his head
His belly is empty, will he be fed

[CHORUS]

If your not crying your soul is dying
If your not crying your soul is dead
If your not crying your soul is dying
If your not crying your soul – your soul – your soul is dead

She was sold at the age of eight
God only knows her final fate
Made to work from dawn to dusk
At night abused for a perverts lust

[CHORUS]

If your not crying your soul is dying
If your not crying your soul is dead
If your not crying your soul is dying
If your not crying your soul – your soul – your soul is dead


They came to the city so full of hope
Like thousands of others they could not cope
Many less at the end of the day
As a hand cart turns up to take them away

[CHORUS]

If your not crying your soul is dying
If your not crying your soul is dead
If your not crying your soul is dying
If your not crying your soul – your soul – your soul is dead

They have no time for crying no time to mourn
But rueing the day that they were born
When we can truly truly understand
we can meet this problem hand in hand

© Ray Gorringe 2009