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story about a place, and a stone
about children, wandering all alone
waking to the sound of a battle rage
trapped in the middle like being in a cage
dying children right from the start
missles are going off, blowing them apart
ruins of hurt and anger clouding sight
running for life, which way is right
never knowing if ever will survive
if there will ever be anyone alive
being orphans, like most of his friends
for the ones still alive .. can't comprehend
tearful children waiting to be found
In the crumbled building where millions drown
will they ever end this slaughter ........ sighed
will they ever any hope to survive
with nowhere to run, nowhere to go
nowhere to hide ......... in the home you know
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..... in the home you know ....
about children, wandering all alone
trapped in the middle like being in a cage
missles are going off, blowing them apart
running for life, which way is right
if there will ever be anyone alive
for the ones still alive .. can't comprehend
In the crumbled building where millions drown
will they ever any hope to survive
nowhere to hide ......... in the home you know