these are my children

These are my children, here, 

beneath my wing.

These are my children, in cages,

in prisons, beneath bridges,

on the highway,

in the underbrush.

My children are the children of love.

My children are children of the stars.

Their hearts glide on the Milky Way.

These are my children, forsaken,

forgotten.

They stand with me here at the gate.

They sing songs of freedom and waiting.

These are my children, here,

in your heart.

Hear them cry to you.

Hear my song.

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