Every drop counts...

Last night a hand reached out to me,
Its arm withered by want; i cry with sympathy
Another drought in a nameless place
Another hungry child with flies on his face,
I close my eyes and avoid the news
I've seen it all before,
The children always lose

Tiny fingers, tiny hands
Broken hearts in stranger's land

Whatever i do, whatever i say;
Won't make the world spin in a different way
Whatever i think, whatever i dream;
Won't make this image less obscene
Won't do no good to cry, sing or shout
My floods of tears won't end the drought

Tiny fingers, tiny hands
Broken hearts in stranger's land

Think again, think again
I'm too wrapped up in my own pain,
Got to wake up and wake into reality
And self-doubt is just triviality

And though my voice sounds pretty small,
If we shout together
We can break down walls

Tiny fingers, tiny hands
Broken hearts in stranger's land

Whatever we do, whatever we say
We can still make a difference everyday,
With a drop every time
If we work as a team
We can all take a bucket down to the stream,
Soon as a river of compassion, a flood of joy
Will create an ocean of hope which all can enjoy..