there is a woman in somalia

scraping for pearls on the roadside

there's a force stronger than nature

keeps her will alive

this is how she's dying

she's dying to survive

don't know what she's made of

i would like to be that brave



she cries to the heaven above

there is a storm in my heart

she lives a life she didn't choose

and it hurts like brand-new shoes



hurts like brand-new shoes



there is a woman in somalia

the sun gives her no mercy

the same sky we lay under

burns her to the bone

long as afternoon shadows

it's gonna take her to get home

each grain carefully wrapped up

pearls for her little girl



allelujah !!!

allelujah !!!



she cries to the heaven above

there is a storm in my heart

she lives in a world she didn't choose

and it hurts like brand-new shoes

hurts like brand-new shoes