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
Aug 18, 2010
Aug 18, 2010 at 5:11 PM UTC
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.