Eliza Gilkyson My Heart Aches
We marched fifty years and five hundred miles
From a Mississippi bridge to the Ferguson trial
Stepping over bodies of other mothers' sons
Singing how someday we shall overcome
And my heart aches
My heart aches
We marched fifty years and so many miles
With folded hands and complacent smiles
Condemned a generation to circumstance
And all we were saying was ‘Give peace a chance'
And my heart achеs
My heart aches
We marchеd fifty years and countless miles
Ignoring the signs with our own denials
Waiting for some others to take a stand
And hammer out justice all over this land
And my heart aches
My heart aches
For the children locked in cages
Far away where no one sees
For the helpless and the hopeless
For the homeless refugees
My heart aches
My heart aches
For the voices who've been silenced
At the mercy of our greed
For the prisoners of conscience
Who speak out for those in need
My heart aches
My heart aches
For the victims of the hatred
They are lying there on the ground
In the churches and the schoolyards
From the shots that took them down
My heart aches
My heart aches
For the claims made on our bodies
And who we can and can't embrace
For the children of tomorrow
And the world they have to face
My heart aches
My heart aches
My heart aches
My heart aches
My heart aches
My heart aches
My heart aches
