My soul resonates with this song:

My heart keeps breaking.  For some reason, it takes me back to Uzhgorod in the Transcarpathian Mountains, where I saw broken children.

He had bruises from the fists of his angry and drunk teachers.

She was tossed into the snow by the older children because she was "retarded and didn't know what it meant anyway."

He had wet pants that froze in the cold because he wasn't potty trained at eight years old and he only had one pair of pants that kept falling down anyway because they were too big.

She held my arm and would not let go.

He smiled and sat on my lap.

She pleaded for love with her eyes.

And it was cold.

And I could hold their hands for a moment.

And my soul cries.

Weeping.