Verse 1:
Picture this, threat of the Lord's Resistance got little children fleeing,
Walking miles in the sand
Cuz when night fall comes the place they call home is like a foreign land
A war within got them killing they family with their own hands
Now that alone can bring tears to the eyes of a grown man
And the government is supposed to protect their young lives
Only selecting to fight the insurrection or die
For crimes committed before their dreams were even realized
In the eyes of a young soldier I see the death of a culture
Sisters and brothers huddled in a corner to survive
I see the tears they shed at night
And hear their screams and cries
Now see that child could be anyone of ours,
Yours or mine

But the blind don't see
That the land of the free
It don't belong to you and me
It should span the whole earth
But what's worse
Is you'll just take this as a verse
But the truth is this is a reality
That you have never heard because...

Chorus:
Many children live this way,
For when the night fall comes,
Run for miles to get away.
Many children die for being strong,
Die for....