How can we count the stars
In the midnight sky
Diamonds we wish upon
When the moon is high

How can we count the tears
In a mother’s eyes
No words can calm her fears
When hope has run dry

How can we count the dreams
That fall by the way
A vision barely seen
Then faded to grey

How can we stop the pain
And all of the sorrow
Life should not be in vain
No hope for tomorrow


Under the bitter sun
Life ends as it’s begun
Oh, cry…for…the children
Oh, cry…for…the children
We cannot turn away
From the price they pay
Oh, cry…for…the children
Cry for the children

How can we count the ways
That we refuse to see
The difference we can make
For all of humanity



How do we count our time
Living upon this earth
How do we put a price
On what a soul is worth

Under the bitter sun
Life ends as it’s begun
Oh, cry…for…the children
Oh, cry…for…the children
We cannot turn away
From the price they pay
Oh, cry…for…the children
Cry for the children

How can we count the prayers
Whispered in the night
As angels gather around
Until the morning light

How can we count the times
That we refuse to see
That we are all souls
In our vessels at the sea

Under the bitter sun
Life ends as it’s begun
Oh, cry…for…the children
We cannot turn away
From the price they pay
Oh, cry…for…the children
Cry for the children