When I Hear Your Cry Poem by William Breland

When I hear your cry, in the distant land, I reach out to hold, to take your hand. With a open ear, I hold to the wind, a compassionate heart, that will not end. Your voice will carry, and your tear will fall, but I will be there, to answer your call. When I hear your cry, from the pain inside, I'll be there to comfort you, rite at your side. Dry up that tear, with tender loving care, to let you know, I'll always be there. Always listening, with hope and concern, to carry your heart, I will learn. for I listen to your love, I'm your guiding angel, from the heavens above. for I hold my ear to the wind for you. When I hear your cry.