Sing!
There are hearts that are crushed by the cares of the road,
And hurt by the strife of the day;
There are lonely souls who dwell apart,
‘
Neath skies that are always grey.
Spirits that bear no friendly voice
Who are strangers to mirth and cheer;
Creatures who dwell in a barren world,
Who weep through nights long and drear.
And perhaps, as we travel the highway of life -
If our hearts are open to see,
We may meet these care-laden pilgrims
And ministering spirits be.
For the joy of your heart was given to share -
If imprisoned, it’s destined to die;
And a weeping world will respond to your song,
If you sing as the world goes by.
- Anonymous -
