They're children of the sand, sand in an hourglass
Sands of time running out, running from their past
Desert winds howl, howl like hungry ghosts
Howling louder than bombs and tyrannical hosts
Little feet march, march across scorched earth
Marching away from the land of their birth
They bear the weight, weight of family dreams
Weighing down shoulders, bursting at the seams
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