The tears are dropping in the depths of their hearts Unseen they fall into weary worlds apart From the lives that they live with rifles and war Bloodshed and horrors into their growing bones bore
And fused into their youth is the poisoned embrace of slavery that beats them and slays them with no hope to be free
Decaying their heart, a burned leprous scaled refuse no one to save them with nothing to gain or lose
So tonight when you tuck your daughters in to sleep The beautiful precious children that God has given you to keep O appointed leader, help restore to life the children who are dead, but have not yet died
Please our great leader Do something for them Reach out your strong hand and the bars of oppression bend
Sent via hand-written letter at an Invisible Children Rally to our President.