Winding roads and diesel fuel.

Garbage streets and slopping gruel.

Matted dogs and rusty tools.

This is where my heart is.

Skin and bones, lightless faces.

Authority slowly paces.

Void pantry, hopeless cases.

This is where my heart is.

Swollen tummies, shoeless feet.

Pastors that don't miss a beat.

Scrubs her head, relentless heat.

This is where my heart is.

Gathered 'round small plates of food.

They sing as if life is good.

Wish I had that attitude.

This is where my heart is.

Praises God just for clean ears.

Simply 'cuz she can now hear.

Joyful girls that should feel fear.

This is where my heart is.

Osiana, sweet young teen.

Fifty pounds at age 16.

When life's hard, how can you dream?

This is where my heart is.

Jeff and Luines, brothers wild.

Play all day just like a child.

Starving makes one much more mild.

This is where my heart is.

Young Perets, she braids my hair.

Children gather, smile and stare.

This strange joy should not be there.

This is where my hearts is.

Olivier, I hold him high.

A child that can touch the sky.

If only we would let them try.

This is where my heart is.