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