[bad word] to the back of my door
With his held high and his shirt all torn
I see a sadness deep in his eyes
As he starts to pray, has to stop to cry

He takes my hand down a lonely road
Past the broken fence into a broken home

I hear the parents start to scream, they're fighting
Got two daughters in the bedroom crying
Justice says they won't let him in
He's got a heavy heart and heavy hands

I'm not hating on Africa
I wanna help I know, just don't know how to show
'Cuz money can't fix a broken home
And only prayer can heal a broken soul

If the good Lord wants me to go
Then the good Lord knows I will go

I hear the parents start to scream, they're fighting
Got two daughters in the bedroom crying
Justice says they won't let him in
He's got a heavy heart and heavy hands

Justice got his hands all tied
He said Jesus Christ is a friend of mine
Someday the world will see the light
But when will they see the light?

I was born in a loving home
With a big ol' room I could call my own
Who's to say about those who don't
Get no love as they grow old

Who can save them from the freezing cold
Or the striking hand, or the broken home?

I hear the parents start to scream, they're fighting
Got two daughters in the bedroom crying
Justice says they won't let him in
He's got a heavy heart and heavy hands
He's got a heavy heart and heavy hands