Offer your heart to heal their wounds, to fade their scars.
Offer your heart to heal their wounds, to fade their scars. Open the borders, open your house, open your life to them - I will open mine. Share the food, share the medicine, share the earth. Immigrants, pilgrims. Their load is heavy, and their souls are so weary. What little they own, they carry with them, and their dead have been left behind. Will you not stand and be counted? will you not help to push open the iron door?
Offer your heart to heal their wounds, to fade their scars. Open the borders, open your house, open your life to them - I will open mine. Share the food, share the medicine, share the earth. Immigrants, pilgrims. Their load is heavy, and their souls are so weary. What little they own, they carry with them, and their dead have been left behind. Will you not stand and be counted? will you not help to push open the iron door?
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