THEY MAY HAVE A CHANCE

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Do not forget that we are born pure
We know, no evil, no wars, no religion that’s for sure
So always look at the wider picture
Is not the children's fault
Is not their culture,
Is the ‘civilization’ that caused this rupture

Give them a hand they may have a chance
A chance to grow and learn
A chance to have fun and dance
They don’t ask for big things
Just education, love and sweets
They don’t ask for food in tin
They only ask for the soil and the skills
The skills which would enable them to plant
And cultivate with their own hands
Remember we’re all sisters and brothers,
From different mothers, but same father
So the child that is about to die, is your nephew and niece
They don’t ask for any caprice
Just for those things we take for granted
Water, medicines, and education plenty

Do not forget that we are born pure
We know, no evil, no wars, no religion that’s for sure
So always look at the wider picture
Is not the children's fault
Is not their culture,
Is the ‘civilization’ that caused this rupture

They would born in a war that they’ve no seen the start
And by the age of 6 they will be ready for combat
Is a sad thing that we see everyday
But for us appears to be so, so, far away
If you give them a hand they may, have a chance
They’re little angels to us send
They bring happiness, and hope
They arrive to this world with a different sense
They ask: ‘if the war kills people, why it doesn’t end’
And then the sergeant will flog
We use them as soldiers and miners
Without realizing that they’re may be our saviour
But we never will know if we don’t stop the killing
If we kill all of them, which future are we dreaming?
They’re the generation of tomorrow, full of happiness empty of sorrow

Do not forget that we are born pure
We know, no evil, no wars, no religion that’s for sure
So always look at the wider picture
Is not the children's fault
Is not their culture,
Is the ‘civilization’ that caused this rupture
A civilised world ruled by money
Money gives the power, and they shape us like clay
Living on denial, this can no be happening again
The children dying today, are the same as yesterday

Give them a hand, they may have a chance
Show them some love
Their life is bitter and tough
Do you realise? We’re born empty of evil thinking
But as we're growing, in evil we’re transforming

Mizaru, Kikazaru, Iwazaru

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Don’t allow the wars, to block your mind
The world is not for them, if not yours and mine
I know that is terrible what you always hear
Wars going on all over the world, crime over here
But there’s more good than bad in this world
There’re plenty of people who doesn’t live by the sword
Don’t allow them to set you up, we’re born pure, and pure we should die
Prosperity is for those who keep themselves out of the fight
Hear no evil; keep living on the right side
The world is not that miserable, life is full of light

Light that you would be able to see
And come out of the darkness, like it happened to me
Destruction in the world, looks like is the only thing to see
But if you pay attention, there’s happiness, love and harmony
A world in war for thirsty of power
A world that has butterflies and flowers
Two contrasted views of the same world
Two opposite sides of the same coin
See no evil; keep looking for the light
‘cause all the sad things you see, all have a brighter side

Speak the word, of life and love
The only word, that everyone knows
I never seen anyone the opposite saying
Life is love, that’s why we keep living
Everyday they will try to knock me out
For saying the truth, saying it so loud
We came to this world to live and love
No to kill and create more live lost
Do not allow them to speak for you
Life is very short, so be careful what you do
Speak no evil: keep talking life and love
‘cause what you say can create and other war

Hear no evil, see no evil, and speak no evil
The wars are making the world so ill
Listen properly what I’ve to say to you
The world can cure, just needs some love from you
There’s more love than pain in this world
There’s more happiness than sorrow trust my word
Speak out, so the truth can be heard loud
Listen carefully the voices of the crowd
We all united, looking for the same
We all want to live in peace, as we did yesterday

Who cares?

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the children appearing on this picture

are not the ones in my reverxion,

athough they easily could

Shafiid is only 11,
And is the only one who cares
For her sister Aisha who is only seven
And is crying with despair
Yesterday went to sleep on an empty stomach
No bread, no water no even a rat
Climbing for hours on the mountains
Mountains of rubbish, looking for a snack
That’s just another day, another beautiful day in paradise
Thinking of how lucky they’re having each other by their side
Aisha cries, she can’t walk, she’s sad
Aisha dreams of walking, help her brother is what she expects

Without knowing that when young the rats
Eat her toes, her knees, and her legs

But who cares? No one see their despair
We’re seating comfortably on our armchair
Watching children dying every day on the news
Eating their souls with every meal without been amuse
And who cares if we’ve been lucky and they’ve not
I care, and if you don’t you’re a clot

Candy, the only sweet thing in her life is her name
She was trap as prostitute since she was ten
Her mum was force to sell her, together with a kitchen set
In exchange she got water, fruits and a bit of bread
That was three years ago, but nothing have change
Nothing have change no even her luck
Her body is on sale, they sale it by pieces
An European came and put her lung in a sack
They come and take and she even pleases
A walking take away that no body misses
Children struggling all over the world
No food, no knowledge, no power
Children that needs someone to spread the word
Thousands of children dying every hour

Who cares? No one see their despair
We’re seating comfortably on our armchair
Watching children dying every day on the news
Eating their souls in every meal, without been amuse
And who cares if we been lucky and they’ve not

I care and if you don't you're a clot

Can I count with you???????

This is not a organisation campaign, this is me God's Son (Krs) as an individual offering you the opporttunity to make a change in a child life. They are angels, powerless little men and women, who want to live life. Reflect and thing is it comfortable enough your armchair, mine is so uncomfortable that I never managed to seat still, watching children dying.

I am already sponsoring and I can tell you is a great experience, I can not change the world, but I can change a couple of lifes.

Yours sincerely,

God's Son

Just click any of the addresses below to make a difference in a child life and in your own life

https://secure.worldvision.org.uk/waystodonate/sponsorachild/default.asp

http://www.actionaid.org.uk/100044/child_sponsorship.html

http://www.soschildrensvillages.org.uk/donate-help/sponsor-a-child/

http://www.compassionuk.org/site/pages/ui_home.aspx

http://www.plan-uk.org/becomeasponsor/

Thank you, Very, Very much, I knew I could count with you

Ojala

http://www.joshushund.com

Ojala quisieras volver conmigo
Y yo pudiera explicarte lo que he sentido
Ojala pudiera ordenar mis sentimientos
Hacerte saber de mis alegrias y de mis lamentos
Eres mi unica estrella
La unica que puede mostrar mi camino
Y tal vez pasar por todo esto, es parte de mi destino
Ojala te pudieras acordar de todo aquello que hacia nuestra vida vella
Ojala pudiera recuperar de nuevo a mi estrella

Pasó y desapareció, desaparecio mas fugaz de lo que vino
Y todo por no saber, no saber darme cuenta de cual era mi camino
Ahora todo viene a mi mente
Los besos, los abrazos, tus olores, todo esta presente
Ojala pudieramos hablar tranquilamente
Ojala pudieras entenderme
He cambiado todo aquello que no te gusto
Mis celos, mi inseguridad y lo que te asusto
Palabras que se las lleva el viento
Pero estas... estas en tu Corazon se quedo
La unica estrella que ilumino mi camino
La unica estrella que veo cuando al cielo miro
Y ahora nuestro piso es un frio congelador en invierno
Y las fotos de nuestros aňos pasados
Son cuchillos en mi Corazon clavados
Que me despiertan cada dia, mientras ardo en el infierno

Ojala pudieras entender
que lo que dije aun no lo puedo comprender
todo el amor que te tengo, no lo apartes a un lado
querre volver contigo aunque me hayas pisado
y pasare dolores, que nadie puede curar
y pasare este mal de amores, que me ha llegado a matar
si pudiera hacerte entender cuanto te quiero
ojala me creyeras cuando te digo que te deseo
te amo como nunca ame
es una pena que haya llegado a esto para asegurarme
el amor que compartiamos
es el futuro que soňavamos
ahora que hemos roto, no se yo si lo tendremos

pero nosotros te esperaremos
no hay prisa por recuperarte
tu toma tu tiempo que yo y mi Corazon no nos cansaremos de esperarte
pero ojala pudieras volver hoy o mejor antes de ayer
porque cada dia que pasa mi Corazon me hace saber
que he perdido lo que mas he querido
y que tu desamor es lo que a mi cuerpo mas a dolido

Ojala pudieras entender que eres la unica estrella que quiero ver
Si puediras saber, cuanto me ha llegado a doler
Entender que he de crecer, y que madurando tal vez te podre tener
Ojala pudiera ordenar mis palabras y volverte a oler
Ojala pudieras volver a casa y de primera mano entender
Que todo aquello que paso es pasado
Que yo de ti siempre he estado enamorado
Que nuestras aventuras no fueron en vano
Que Tu Corazon al mio a sido soldado

Ojala entendieras que eres la estrella de mi destino
La unica para mi en este camino
Ojala entendieras que la vida no significa nada para mi
Mi trabajo, mi carrera, todo sabe a nada sin ti
Ojala, ojala, ojala
Nada mas que expresar
Ojala, ojala, ojala

Es lo unico que mi mente, ahora puede pensar