I hear some distant drumbeat A heartbeat pulsing low Is it coming from within A heartbeat I don't know A troubled heart knows no peace A dark and poisoned pool Of liberty now lost A pawn, an oppressor's tool
Oh my heart be strong And guide when eyes grow dim When ears grow deaf with empty words When I know there's life within
A gunfire shatters silence Where birds once sweetly sang A mother cradles a child now dead Now death where life began
From the troubled heart of South Africa Nicaragua 's festering sore The turmoil on the streets of china Death crying out for more
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A change is slow in coming My eyes can scarcely see The rays of hope come streaming Through the smoke of apathy
But oh my heart be strong And guide when eyes grow dim When ears grow deaf with empty words When I know there's life within
May the spirit never die Though a troubled heart feels pain When this long winter is over It will blossom once againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
