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
Copyright © Lonnell George | Year Posted 2015
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