paroles de chanson Friend of the Poor - Andy Park
On
the
African
plains
a
young
mother
weeps
for
her
hungry
child
She
prays
he'll
survive
With
tear-filled
eyes
she
looks
up
to
heaven
and
calls
Your
name
She
pours
out
her
pain
You
know
her
name
and
You
hear
her
cries
Friend
of
the
poor
help
me
through
the
night
Help
me
in
the
fight,
come
to
my
rescue
Friend
of
the
poor
take
these
skin
and
bones
Make
this
heart
a
home,
come
to
my
rescue
Friend
of
the
poor
On
the
streets
of
LA
an
old
man
lies
in
his
cardboard
home
He
feels
so
alone
With
tear
stained
eyes
he
looks
up
to
heaven
and
prays
a
prayer
Is
anyone
there?
You
know
his
name
and
You
hear
his
cries
Friend
of
the
poor
help
me
through
the
night
Help
me
in
the
fight,
come
to
my
rescue
Friend
of
the
poor
take
these
skin
and
bones
Make
this
heart
a
home,
come
to
my
rescue
It's
getting
dark,
it's
getting
late
It's
cold
outside
the
rich
man's
gate
And
I'm
wondering
do
you
have
any
friends
around
here?
Who
are
friends
of
the
poor
to
help
me
through
the
night
Help
me
in
the
fight,
come
to
my
rescue
Friend
of
the
poor
take
these
skin
and
bones
Give
this
heart
a
home,
come
to
my
rescue
Friend
of
the
poor
help
me
through
the
night
Help
me
in
the
fight
Friend
of
the
poor
help
me
through
the
night
Help
me
in
the
fight,
come
to
my
rescue
Friend
of
the
poor
take
these
skin
and
bones
Give
this
heart
a
home,
come
to
my
rescue
Friend
of
the
poor
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