The Children, the Children

The Children, The Children How thier little minds work No matter thier age they're all have a purpose The children, the children How they show thier love No matter what they know I'll be there The children, the children How we dance and laugh When the music comes on Not hearing but feeling the beat that comes out With rythem raging thew are souls As thier bodies go out of control Singing even if they don't know the words Our voices carried beyond the clouds As are soul's just blend into us each We feel Devine no need to speak As are eye's just meet and we all know this feeling is unique The children, the children They cry as they leave are spirts are combined Now are heart's bleeding The children, the children They're all apart of me And another chance to save innocence So our spirit's can be free By Lonnell George