I’ve been in a country this summer,

much different from my home

I saw the people, they’re happy,

though they might be so alone

All the things they’ve been through

are worse than I’ve ever seen

Still they are happy, they’re grateful,

their smiles are the best I have seen

These people have had a bad start in their lives

but they always seem to succeed

They give love, they are grateful,

they show you what you don’t need

We all have dreams we’ll follow,

we’ll fight ‘till the goal is reached

Imagine a life where you don’t have

the tools to make it complete

I’ve seen the dreamers, the fighters,

the hopeful and the need

But they are not capable

of becoming who they want to be

Still they’re dreaming, they’re fighting,

they’re praying to God: ‘please send me an angle to help’

Can we be those angles? The miracle they need?