| Another day in Nigeria the children beg for bread
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| The crops failed, the well ran dry
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| When they lost the watershed
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| A baby dies, its mother cries, the children gather 'round
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| They’re wondering what the day will bring
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| Will they be the next one found?
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| Do you dare to gaze into their hollow eyes, hollow eyes?
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| Are they staring holes in you with their hollow eyes
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| Hollow eyes, hollow eyes?
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| In the crowded sheds the children lay their heads
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| To escape the Haitian heat
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| The hunger pains drive them to the street
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| Wond’ring if today they’ll eat
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| Some find food in the refuse heap, others find disease
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| Some find it harder just to live when they can die with ease
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| The least of these is hungry
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| The least of these is sick
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| The least of these needs clothing
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| The least of these needs drink
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| The least of these knows sorrow
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| The least of these knows grief
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| The least of these has suffered pain, and Jesus is His name
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| (2nd Chorus)
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| Do you dare to gaze into His hollow eyes, hollow eyes?
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| Is He staring back at you with His hollow eyes
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| Hollow eyes, hollow eyes? |