The Children


Speak not a single word
As we are carried to our grave
Let the past lye in our children
Let the future be their slave
We must set them free
To run from these chains
Forgive and be forgiven
They've got a life to gain
Raise a hand and may that power
Rain forever on your soul
Fear in the children's eyes
Will always be your woe
Mind the hungry children
Our young so need your prayer
And the beaten and forgotten
How much more to bear?
Have the faith that I am not blind
For the future lights my way
And please, trust in me Mother,
I must throw these chains away!

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