The need of shoes, and clothing
Are seen in every corner.
The bodies on the circle turning
Proclaimed that there is hunger.
Yet as they held hands
I felt hope in the air.
I stopped as an observer
And left as a believer,
That hope still lingers
For all of these children;
And as they sing and turn and turn
In dirty clothes and worn out soles
They still have hope, I know;
Because they smile and wind blows,
Yes! wind still blows south.
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