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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