| 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 |