Lyrics

I see them among the chips of stones,
They are only skin and bones,
I see them among blistering sands,
children of a Godforsaken land.
Beautiful, as nature wants them to be,
Frail for all the world to see,
And if you still find them flawed,
Think of this,
They are children of a lesser God.


No time for toys or big balloons,
Never seen a T.V or cartoons,
He is selling water to get by
As the sun climbs higher in the sky,
Think of the children in Peru,
What if they were someone close to you?
Young Chilean souls stooping in pain,
Burnt desires flushed in the drain.

Chorus:
Running down a dusty road,
Forgetting to live by the code,
Old and haggard before their time,
What are we doing to stop this crime?
If you still want them outlawed,
Think of this,
They are children of a lesser God.
Children of a lesser God.

Fed on anguish and harsh weather,
Let us bring our hearts together,
Help the harvest of new bread,
And show them better days ahead.
How long can we hide their fear?
How long can we pretend we cannot hear,
And If you still want them outlawed,
Think of this,
They are children of a lesser God.



Let?s help them renew their dreams,
Don?t deprive them of sunbeams
Trampled by fate, run down by time,
What are we doing to stop this crime?
If you still want them outlawed
Think of this,
They are children of a lesser God.
children of a lesser God{Repeat till fade}


Author: Ishita Rungta
Copyright 2007 Ishita and Gopal Rungta