On the highways, on the roadsides or byways echoed voices unheard.
Voices of those that mourn their own lives
Echoed through the hills, down the valleys;
Children doomed to physical, spiritual and emotional torment seek refuge.
On the mountains, inside deep caves, in dungeons, through alleyways, in the corridors, even down the halls
They are there those that mourn and thirst for justice.
They are poor in spirit, the afflicted of our Generation. The unconsidered souls that seek peace. They have been rejected, forgotten, abused, disturbed
But they are the Beautiful Children of Tomorrow. They are indeed the voices that are not heard…
Listen to them Today as they Praise God in A song of Rebirth and Hope
Written in the 2000s
MBM-Tine Brice
Martine Brice 