My heart goes to you,
To warm you when you're cold,
To guide you,
And to lessen the pain that is in yours.
My heart goes to you,
Because I am the sadness of the fathers’ aching hearts,
Of the fathers who lost their sons in a deadly battle,
And the fathers who can't keep their families safe.
My heart goes to you,
Because I am the taste of the leftover food in a rich man’s dumpster,
Of the families who can’t nourish,
Of the families who cry from pain and hunger.
My heart goes to you,
Because I am the silence of the happiness that left you.
I am the color of a strong martyr’s blood,
And I am the stillness of a dead man’s body.
My heart goes to you,
To the parents and children
That constantly struggle,
In the land of the dying.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC
My heart goes to you,
To warm you when you're cold,
To guide you,
And to lessen the pain that is in yours.
My heart goes to you,
Because I am the sadness of the fathers’ aching hearts,
Of the fathers who lost their sons in a deadly battle,
And the fathers who can't keep their families safe.
My heart goes to you,
Because I am the taste of the leftover food in a rich man’s dumpster,
Of the families who can’t nourish,
Of the families who cry from pain and hunger.
My heart goes to you,
Because I am the silence of the happiness that left you.
I am the color of a strong martyr’s blood,
And I am the stillness of a dead man’s body.
My heart goes to you,
To the parents and children
That constantly struggle,
In the land of the dying.
This goes out to all of the ****** countries out there..
