Prat
09-07-2015, 07:50 PM
All the innocent asylum seekers who have nothing and seek refuge. Bless them
Poem is called 'lets hold hands'
the winds of the east are chilly
the paths to the west are hilly
walk on my family with me walk on
hold my hand brother hold my hand
see the spite see the fright
turn from fear my sister turn to here
for thy is the father and thy is the mother
rain does not know where thy might fall
it does not care it does not try
to change its path it would not try
with the winds of the east and the bellows of the west
walk on with my hand brother walk on
take hold of your neighbours hand my sister
take hold of your neighbours hand my brother
do not cry do not wry do not fly
for we are the truth and our hands are tight
Lets Hold Hands by Pert
Poem is called 'lets hold hands'
the winds of the east are chilly
the paths to the west are hilly
walk on my family with me walk on
hold my hand brother hold my hand
see the spite see the fright
turn from fear my sister turn to here
for thy is the father and thy is the mother
rain does not know where thy might fall
it does not care it does not try
to change its path it would not try
with the winds of the east and the bellows of the west
walk on with my hand brother walk on
take hold of your neighbours hand my sister
take hold of your neighbours hand my brother
do not cry do not wry do not fly
for we are the truth and our hands are tight
Lets Hold Hands by Pert