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A child is born on a battlefield, |
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A soldier boy falls to his knees, |
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And a woman cries in joy and pain, |
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When will we all live in peace again? |
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A child is born where the wild wind blows, |
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In a country torn from the south to the north, |
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And a family runs from day to day, |
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When will we see our home again? |
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When will we see the simple truth, |
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That the only thing that's worth a damn, |
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The life of a child is more than a forest, |
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The life of a child is more than a border, |
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Could ever be; |
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A child is born in the desert sun, |
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A tiny life has just begun, |
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And a mother cries for her hungry babe, |
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When will I feed my boy again? |
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A child is born to an ordinary home, |
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East or west, it could be anyone, |
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But we all want to know, |
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Will my child survive to see the day, |
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When we will be secure again? |
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When will we see the simple truth, |
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That the only thing that's worth a damn, |
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The life of a child is more than a forest, |
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The life of a child is more than a border, |
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The life of a child is more than a region, |
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The life of a child is only a heartbeat from eternity, |
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We must believe, for the sake of humanity, |
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We must believe... |
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For the sake of humanity, we must believe. |
