A mother's cry
from Laura Zitna Hosted by Laura Zitna
My love, look at me, you’ve got your father’s eyes Say goodbye to our world as we’ve known it here But there are people there They say they’re welcoming They say the world should come as one yet still some might have closed their door Christians say: “we should love one another” The violence breeds violence We’ve come here to this faithful ground to educate our kids, to have a decent lives One last time we have crossed the rivers to run away from bombs, to run away from guns while you’re watching from your beds in your homes while I’m running from the fields of war you’re judging from the pubs, endless talks while my children’s feet are cold and sore you’re judging on your Facebook walls while my children’s feet are cold and sore while you’re watching from your beds in your homes while I’m running from the fields of war you’re judging on your Facebook walls while my children’s feet are cold and sore are there people there? are there people there? music & lyrics by Laura Zitna
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