Lyrics

Our broken planet calls to us,
And tells us how she feels.
She?s showing us she?s dying,
Wants us to help her heal.

I hear it in the wind and,
I feel it in the rain.
Calling to her children,
To help her live again.

Chorus;
Our hearts will rejoice at,
The healing of the world.
As long as there are those who care,
Her voice it will be heard.
Our hearts will rejoice at,
The shining of the sun,
Beaming down, our golden crown
Belongs to everyone.

Our broken planet?s dying.
I feel her broken heart.
She?s asking men to love again,
Stop tearing her apart.

I hear it in the wind and,
I feel it in the rain.
Crying for her children,
Feeling all their pain.

Chorus;
Our hearts will rejoice at,
The healing of the world.
As long as there are those who care,
Her voice it will be heard.
Our hearts will rejoice at,
The shining of the Sun,
Beaming down, our golden crown
Belongs to everyone.

She wants to tell her people,
That she?s our only home.
Shout from the highest steeple,
Without her we are gone

Chorus to fade. . . .