Letra de «Little Children»
In South East Asian refugee camp, to Haiti and beyond, The suffering of these little ones screams of a world gone wrong, The selfishness, greediness, and wars have crippled and killed them, We can roll in the shame of our sinful gain, but we can't replace our children.
Abort me, abuse me, rape and use me to buy your way to happiness, Swear and hit me, or just neglect me; it's only at a child's expense, What does it matter? - You'll get what you're after, But if I die before I wake, I'll be safe in the arms of my saviour, So much love for so much hate.
But if I die before I wake, I'll be safe, I'll be safe, I know the Lord my soul will take.

