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