| «God bless Mommy,» a little boy says
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| From the corner of the floor that he calls bed
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| His mama walks the streets in a dress of red
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| As the rest of the world goes to bed
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| «God bless Daddy,» a little girl cries
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| «Mommy, why does Daddy work so late at night?»
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| Mama holds the tears that she knows she’ll weep
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| As the rest of the world goes to sleep
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| God bless the children everywhere
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| Poor little souls with a cross to bear
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| I guess when He said 'bring the little ones to me'
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| The good Lord knew how the world would be
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| How could the Lord her cries
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| As he fights to save the life of a dying child
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| They beat him, Lord, beyond repair
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| As the rest of the world says a prayer
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| «God help me,» a young man cries
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| As he sees the deadly drugs take his young friend’s life
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| Please help them, Lord, for they are blind
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| They only search for peace of mind
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| God bless the children everywhere
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| Poor little souls with a cross to bear
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| As the final light is dimmed, Lord, hear my prayer
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| God bless the children everywhere |