Hearing the wind blowing over the hill

over the mountains so tall and so still

down through the forests they're

walkng alone

walking alone

out on the corners and out in the streets

this is their home now there's nothing to eat

these are the children longing to play

maybe today will be the day



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Children being brave

a symbol of the age

touching people far away

children kneel and pray

children long to play

some will find a way

to escape this living hell

now only time will tell



Down from the village and into the town

leaving their brothers and sisters behind

innocent voices that cry in the night

cry in the night

what did they do to deserve all this pain

most of them won't see their mothers again

taken from childhood they'll never return

crying inside a silent pain



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So small so weak

they rarely speak

the days go by

they wonder why

will someone help

take them away

their hearts just break

on each new day



Up in the morning they never do sleep

looking so helpless with nothing to keep

people walk past them not facing the truth

facing the truth

dirt on their faces and dust in their eyes

life passes them - not even a smile

holding their hands out is all that they know

holding each other in the cold



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