Torn from their families,
Mothers go hungry,
To feed their children,
But children go hungry,
There's so many big men
Out making millions
When poverty's profits
Just blame the children.
If there's a God in Heaven
What's He waiting for?
If He can't hear the children,
Then He must see the war,
But it seems to me
That He leads his lambs
To the slaughter house
Not the promised land.
Dying for causes
They don't understand.
We've been taking their futures
Right out of their hands.
They need the handouts
To hold back the tears,
There's so many crying
But so few that hear.