Once there were model men
Roaming in our shining civilization.
They breathed life into lost souls,
We called them heroes of compassion.
How we have missed you, waiting,
O heroes of compassion, alight.
Our darkened souls been longing.
In your return we will delight.
Heroes of compassion speak
Without words. They convey
An eternal message of love.
Their destiny became this way.
They did not come to hate,
Nor did they come to fight.
Their work was only for love
To erect the statue of the heart.
They absorb the fragrance of love
As the rain of grace descends.
Heroes of compassion radiate
Without a haze of pretence.
Deep in a fight of spiritual struggle
Until their mind and heart merge,
Their trademark is their anguish
Felt for those lost in cerebral surge.
A hero embellished our dreams
Since the days he roamed our shores.
On the coastline of our spirit
We still hear echoes of his chores.
Accentuate my heart O Lord!
Helping needy souls is my passion.
Elevate my soul up high
Like a hero of compassion.
Haven’t we waited long enough
In infinite yearned expression?
When will you roam our shores?
We need you now, O heroes of compassion!