Pearls - India.Arie, Dobet Gnahoré

There is a woman in Somalia

Scraping for pearls by the roadside

There is a force stronger than nature

Keeps her will alive

That is how she lives her life

She is dying to survive

I don’t know what she is made of

I would like to be that brave

She cries to the heavens above

There is a stone in my heart

She lives a life she didn’t choose

And it hurts like brand new shoes

Yes it hurts like brand new shoes

And it hurts like brand new shoes

There is a woman in Rwanda

The sun shows her no mercy

The same sky we lay under

Burns her to the bone

Long as afternoon shadows

Is gonna take her to get home

Each grain carefully wrapped up

Bows for her little girl

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

She cries to the heavens above

There is a stone in my heart

She lives a life she didn’t choose

And it hurts like brand new shoes

Yes it hurts like brand new shoes

And it hurts like brand new shoes

There is a woman in Somalia

There is a woman in Rwanda

There is a woman in Sudan

There is a woman in the Congo

And she hurts like (And she hurts like, And she hurts like)

Brand new shoes

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah