Hana couldn't understand where all the shoes went, 
hundreds every day.
She packed them all up and sent them away. 
Where to? She didn't know, 
But tomorrow morning there would be more soles to make 
and flaps to sow. 
It never seemed to end.

Jamie couldn't understand why kids like him die in the 
factories.
Working for 6 cents in 58 degrees. Is it right? 
When the clothes on our backs come at such a price?
He can't understand. Although he tries a part of him 
still dies.

And I wonder if she knows that somewhere across the 
globe 
Children just like her play in parks and learn in 
schools?
And I wonder how that feels. Promises can seem so real 
When the imagery is sealed and it's right in front of 
you.

It's a seventy five hour week. 
This time, I can't understand necessity.

It's time for us to comprehend the lucky lives we live: 
The proposal of a better global perspective.
If we look beyond ourselves and all the choices that we 
make and what's at stake.
So if we resist, protest - we can find a better way
No more support - for industries where children slave
Promote Freedom - in all of our ambitions and our 
trials.

And I wonder if she knows that somewhere across the 
globe 
Children just like her play in parks and learn in 
schools?
And you ask me what to do it fucking breaks my heart in 
two when the imagery is true.
And I wonder if he knows just how far this fucking 
goes. 
Slaving til they die's no life for children just like 
you.
And I wonder how that feels. Promises feel fucking real 
When the imagery is sealed and it's right in front of 
you.