| Can you hear the prayer of the children?
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| On bended knee, in the shadow of an unknown room
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| Empty eyes with no more tears to cry
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| Turning heavenward toward the light
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| Crying Jesus, help me To see the morning light-of one more day
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| But if I should die before I wake,
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| I pray my soul to take
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| Can you feel the hearts of the children?
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| Aching for home, for something of their very own
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| Reaching hands, with nothing to hold on to,
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| But hope for a better day a better day
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| Crying Jesus, help me To feel the love again in my own land
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| But if unknown roads lead away from home,
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| Give me loving arms, away from harm
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| Can you hear the voice of the children?
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| Softly pleading for silence in a shattered world?
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| Angry guns preach a gospel full of hate,
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| Blood of the innocent on their hands
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| Crying Jesus, help me To feel the sun again upon my face,
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| For when darkness clears I know you’re near,
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| Bringing peace again
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| Dali cujete sve djecje molitive?
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| (Croatian translation:
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| 'Can you hear all the children’s prayers?')
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| Can you hear the prayer of the children?. |