I Cry, Call, Shout Out

I cry out for the forgotten child
One who died at age nine

I call out for the forsaken wife
She is beaten every day

I shout out for the father
Who lost his family to death

I cry out for the crying daughter
One who wants her parents to care

I call out for the orphan
Who never knew the feeling of love

I shout out for this country
It has lost it's gleam

I cry out for the nations
It can never be restored to it's former glory

....

I have fallen,
Fallen into the cracks

I have been broken,
Broken into a million pieces

I have been bruised,
Bruised, all blue and purple

What can break my fall?
Keep me from falling further

What will piece me back together?
So I'll end up like brand new

What will make the bruises go away?
Make my skin smooth and clean again