Here lies heaven's heartbeat,
On broken streets and dusty roads,
In the slums and prisons you will meet
Humanity crushed under heavy loads.
On broken streets and dusty roads
I see the blind, the deaf and lame;
Vanished dreams where pain erodes
And sorrow with no one to blame.
I see the blind, the deaf and lame,
Weathered faces now radiate hope,
Something's happened-they're not the same,
Love is helping them to cope.
Weathered faces now radiate hope,
They've found victory in their defeat,
In the Light man needn't grope,
Here lies heaven's heartbeat.
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