The Heart, Soul, and Mind

The Baby Cry The day has come for babies to cry. The people have ran astray. And their is so much hurt in the way. You see, they don't know if they will be here one day. The predators are seeking them out. Our gem- oration is soulfully blind. And the babies just keep on crying. Help, they say. Is there any- one out there? Please, show your face. Because the cold -- hearted, they want leave us along. They have taken our innocence. Now we right for our purity. Where are you, with the heart to come. Stalkers they don't care. We are on the run. Can't go to school and have our fun. And life you say! The babies can't even play. Help us please, the baby cry. Their is parents that don't care. Please don't hit me with that chair. Because my father is in jail. Don't burn me please. You know that hurts. Where are you people? Please help. My mother she loves me well. So why is she putting me through bell. Tell that man not to kidnap us. We can't help our selves. Will we have life to grow up to? With out you. We can't laugh. We have no joy, help us to stay. We need help, find us please? The babies cry. "Buena Vista Lilies" Sing with the lilies of the mine in the garden near heaven . Where the flowers grow silently. And sorrow always die. Sing with the sounds of peace and love. Share it with the angles, for heaven is opened to you above. Sit and smile with them. Give to them the life it crave. Watch it touch the skies, with love for miles. Sing with happiness and joy follow the mountain of doors through the countryside. The Buena vista Lilies. Sing with wanders of light ride the skies through the clouds. Cultivated hills and reap the peace god gave. Today I feel free to sing Today the stars are shinning Like the ladies that walks. She moves like my piano sounds. and smile like the flowers around my soul. I sing to the nightfall, with the wave that pushes through It brings a melody to the start of day. And symphony plays to the tune of despair, no time for shows. Only the music stays free. The children shows talent The halls are succulent. For it follow little babies and wipe their tears, no falls are for- gotten. To mother as well. Trumpets they relax the mine like the wind. It travels with time. Cuban music full of life ribbons and the wine we feel. Tell them to come, fun will last Tell them to come, fun will last Loose the music Loose the music Tell them to come, fun will last Tell them to come, fun will last The ranch is full and ready to party. The bongos has sound ' Burning is the way of fire. Lost numbers fine there way to stay, emergencies they just keep on coming. Sing to the music of life. Share the beat, its so tight Things to pass on at mid- night. Dance, dance, dance. Your kisses will carry me a received encounter of love. Enough to last q history of tales. And maybe the rest of your life. No hints, only kisses. "Sing with the lilies of the mine. In the garden near heaven with all mankind.