As I walk, I smell the smoke from a cigar
My mind flys far away, in another part of the world
smoke is smelled by a little girl
as her village is burned and pillaged

As I walk, I feel the heat from the midday
summer sun
Afar off, a small boy feels the heat of bombs
expolding among his family and friends

As I walk, my feet hurt from shoes not yet broken in
From a distance, a child cries because her bare feet hurt
from shoes she never had, torn and blistered

As I walk, I look to the horizon and see the sun
as it meets the shoreline of the oceans majestic waters

In another land, a child sips from tainted, polluted waters
of a river that's dead, without the dreams it once carried abroad

As I walk about my comfort zone, my world of music
and abundant goods, of colors designed by hand
and my clothes that I wear just for style,
I stop and kneel and say a prayer
for, my heart flys far, far away, though my feet stay put

And I ask God to take my prayer to these, far away
That I cannot see, but I am aware of everyday, as I go on

As I walk, I am  here, but my heart flys far, far away
and I pray that atleast one small one can feel me there