While The Violin Cries

While the violin cries How admirable are those Who still have hearts To feel To cry To sacrifice How wonderful are those Those who have hearts more precious then diamonds Those whose honesty's are as strong as sharpest swords While the violin cries Having an awaken pity how a nice How beautiful are those Who still have Inspit of everything around us Inspit of hardship of world's who've changed lots How blissful human beings are those Who've never lost their faiths in God Those who risk their lives for other's hospitality How beautiful human beings they are For them angels of heaven's sing prayers and with them the violin cries How blessed are those who give and forget The pleasure of giving makes their souls sway Without mentioning their names Without any expectation in return They may give away all their own and more How amazing are those who're able to feel other's pain To be someones candle at their darkest day Those who give Those who are able to forgive They already have above The best places where's the heaven's of God Where crown angels sing prayers And the violin tears while listing to their prayers There where the honesty still survives There is the only place for all pure hearted ones There's the only place where humanity's lost justice up there survives!