I am the child with troubled eyes
You'll see me when the deed is done
I am the child who asks you why
From the picture on page one
I am the child who questions if the world
Must be this way
I am the child who wants to know
What you will do today
(I wish for no more war, peace in all countries, that my grandmother will come home from the hospital, and that my puppy will come back to life) (*)
Did you see my tears amid the jeers on my first day at school
Or how I clutched my mother's arm when the neighbours brought the news
Did you hear me asking for your help to keep hunger's pangs away
When I held out my paper cup on the streets of your town today
(What is peace? Peace is when you are completely happy and all you have tot do is rest)*
Did you see me in the shadows of ancient Greece and Rome
And across the years where men of war made rubble of my home
It makes no difference where or when, New York or Afghanistan
While force remains the language, I'll never understand.
(Peace is a very complicated word, maybe that is why there is no peace in the world, but for me peace means love)*
I am the child who's old too soon yet hope lives near my door
For growing up can be a way of growing young once more
And love will stoop to conquer minds and weapons fierce and wild
When people learn to see again with the wonder of a child.
You'll see me when the deed is done
I am the child who asks you why
From the picture on page one
I am the child who questions if the world
Must be this way
I am the child who wants to know
What you will do today
(I wish for no more war, peace in all countries, that my grandmother will come home from the hospital, and that my puppy will come back to life) (*)
Did you see my tears amid the jeers on my first day at school
Or how I clutched my mother's arm when the neighbours brought the news
Did you hear me asking for your help to keep hunger's pangs away
When I held out my paper cup on the streets of your town today
(What is peace? Peace is when you are completely happy and all you have tot do is rest)*
Did you see me in the shadows of ancient Greece and Rome
And across the years where men of war made rubble of my home
It makes no difference where or when, New York or Afghanistan
While force remains the language, I'll never understand.
(Peace is a very complicated word, maybe that is why there is no peace in the world, but for me peace means love)*
I am the child who's old too soon yet hope lives near my door
For growing up can be a way of growing young once more
And love will stoop to conquer minds and weapons fierce and wild
When people learn to see again with the wonder of a child.
(*) The wishes in the song are based on answers children gave us in workschops, when they were asked about peace and what it means to them
Contributed by Alessandro - 2010/4/21 - 14:49
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