there is a woman in somalia scraping for pearls on the roadside there's force stronger than nature keeps her will alive this is how she's dying she's dying to survive don't know what she's made of I would like to be that brave
she cries to the heaven above there is a stone in my heart she lives a life she didn't choose and it hurts like brand new shoes
hurts like brand new shoes
there is a woman in somalia the sun gives her no mercy the same sky we lay under burns her to the bone long as afternoon shadows it's gonna take her to get home each grain carefully wrapped up pearls for her little girl
hallelujah hallelujah
she cries to the heaven above there is a stone in my heart she lives a world she didn't choose and it hurts like brand new shoes hurts like brand new shoes
