Pearls

There is a woman in somaliaScraping for pearls on the roadsideThere's a force stronger than natureKeeps her will aliveThat's how she's dyingShe's dying to surviveDon't know what she's made ofI would like to be that braveShe cries to the heaven aboveThere is a stone in my heartShe lives a life she didn't chooseAnd it hurts like brand-new shoesHurts like brand-new shoesThere is a woman in somaliaThe sun gives her no mercyThe same sky we lay underBurns her to the boneLong as afternoon shaddowsIt's gonna take her to get homeEach grain carefully wrapped upPearls for her little girlHallelujahHallelujahShe cries to the heaven aboveThere is a stone in my heartShe lives a life she didn't chooseAnd it hurts like brand-new shoes