Homeless children and children of war. this is the studio version of my song where do the children play fear
Where do the Children Play?
Where do the children play under a rough gray sky?
On broken streets of glass their laughter doesnt last
Their bleeding little hands, their fading innocence
Theres got to be a plan to make them understand.
In a world full of hate they got to delegate
Open up the gate find courage not to hate
CHORUS
Where do the children play when time has gone away?
Behind a fenced up day there are no holidays
They spend their days in fear hoping not to disappear
Praying for a sign to stop the crime
Their voice crying out, does anybody hear?
Where do the children play when time has gone away?
Theyre running on the street looking for food to eat,
Hoping not to die before their time
Playing time is now a crime
When surviving is all thats on their minds
The pouring rain wont go away
Because they cry every day
By Carlos Gomez 03-15-08
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