• they think that the money will help them
    feed the little ones, the homeless ones
    but when they make the cash and they don't come back
    there's no hope for life, nothing comes of that

    all the little children they're all left behind
    in the dark classrooms, with careless ones
    all the little children dry up their tears
    be brave, and, cover up your ears

    bombs tumble from the sky
    planes fall, supposed to fly
    the people on the inside, die
    twisting grins, we can't hear their cries

    polished blocks of stone, in a peaceful zone
    where no children roam,
    let the people sleep, let them be at peace
    we will see the sun, when the battles cease