A child is born on a battlefield,
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A soldier boy falls to his knees,
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And a woman cries in joy and pain,
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When will we all live in peace again?
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A child is born where the wild wind blows,
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In a country torn from the south to the north,
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And a family runs from day to day,
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When will we see our home again?
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When will we see that simple truth,
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That the only thing that's worth a damn,
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The life of a child is more than a forest,
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The life of a child is more than a border,
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Could ever be;
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A child is born in the desert sun,
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A tiny life has just begun,
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And a mother cries for her hungry babe,
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When will I feed my boy again?
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A child is born to an ordinary home,
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East or west, it could be anyone,
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But we all want to know,
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Will my child survive to see the day,
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When we will be secure again?
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When will we see the simple truth,
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That the only thing that's worth a damn,
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The life of a child is more than a forest,
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The life of a child is more than a border,
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The life of a child is more than religion,
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The life of a child is only a heartbeat from eternity,
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We must believe, for the sake of humanity,
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We must believe...
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For the sake of humanity, we must believe.
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The Simple Truth (A Child Is Born)
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| Chris De Burgh |
