There is a woman in Somalia
Scraping for pearls on the roadside
There is a force stronger than nature
Keeps her will alive
Listen how she's dying
She's dying to survive
Don't know what she's made of
I would like to be that brave
1-She cries to the heaven above
There is a storm in my heart
She lives a life she didnt 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 shadow
Is going to take her to get home
Each grain carefully wrapped up
Pearls for her little girl
Allehula, Allehula
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