When the last child cries for a crust of bread…
When there is shelter over the poorest of heads…
We shall be free.
When there is shelter over the poorest of heads…
We shall be free.
When the last thing we notice is the color of skin.
When the first thing we look for is the beauty within.
We shall be free.
Maria Muldaur
1 comment:
Joyce,
Amen to the quotes on this blog and you are so right in showing how one person can make a difference. The photos say it all. Have a safe trip home.
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