... Why can't we set hurting aside... And feed the children... Dying...outside... Verse Number Three: Standing alone...braving bitter old winds... Children
Kids get lost Lambs out wandering Bigger, blacker, things go following Then into a patch of forest Somebody once planted for this Songs not over, phone
: Yo aqui llorandote un rio Mandandote al olvido Que cosa mas injusta amor Fuiste matando mis pasiones Tachando mis canciones Me tenias pisoteado Estaba
los haitianos Sak Pase Nap Bule Ya tu sabes estamos claros We are The World? the World = Taboo (Black Eye Peas) We Are The Children The Children = Taboo
: Where have all the children gone? How long must the search go on? See them on the milk carton Someone stole their only son Abducted from their place
is made to those who venture San Francisco lift your load In the land of old Sonora A shallow river valley cries The summer left her without forgiveness It's mirrored in her children
to l'd Kept my uniform pressed and clean At night I chased their shadows Thru the arroyos and ravines Drug runners farmers with their families Young women with little children
Tell him wat you need Tell him wat you need Jah dey pon yuh telephone Tell him wat you need Tell hime wat you need right Say by the rivers of Bobbylan
be So let the children remember the sun Let them dance, let them soar For their lives have begun Let the children engender the rain As the river runs
: I was an eagle but I cannot fly, I was a lion, but I run no more, I was a river, but the river's dry, And soon the spirit is coming to take me home
Burning like a fire in the night; Shine on ... Leave here a garden for the children, Leave here a new world, Leave here a garden for the children, Leave
: Up on the hill I see it begin, Marking the heroes where they fall, In the stone, in the stone the names of those who have gone; And over the river
showdown Gun hip swollen lip bottle sip yeah i suck dick Loose grip on gravity falls sky blinding crumbling walls River sweep away my memories of Children
here take me instead I'd rather not see her off alone scattered amongst the killing streets the children slate defense is god's work to have us fail? rivered
: The cold is here, the woods are full of snow The river with its crusted banks of ice Bespeak of winter drownings long ago The chest pressed tightly
