Children of War

A little child cries in the night Hope still a small flame inside Longing for arms to hold her tight Only hunger and fear abide Hope still a small flame inside Tears her only form of release Only hunger and fear abide Wanting the horror to cease Tears her only form of release Unable to understand civil war Wanting the horror to cease Always afraid of an opening door Unable to understand civil war Her family dead in some grave Always afraid of an opening door No longer the will to be brave Her family dead in some grave Longing for arms to hold her tight No longer the will to be brave A little child cries in the night Written for all the children who are victims of civil war