Hearing the wind blowing over the hill
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over the mountains so tall and so still
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down through the forests they're
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walkng alone
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walking alone
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out on the corners and out in the streets
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this is their home now there's nothing to eat
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these are the children longing to play
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maybe today will be the day
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Children being brave
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a symbol of the age
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touching people far away
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children kneel and pray
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children long to play
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some will find a way
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to escape this living hell
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now only time will tell
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Down from the village and into the town
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leaving their brothers and sisters behind
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innocent voices that cry in the night
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cry in the night
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what did they do to deserve all this pain
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most of them won't see their mothers again
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taken from childhood they'll never return
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crying inside a silent pain
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Chorus
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So small so weak
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they rarely speak
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the days go by
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they wonder why
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will someone help
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take them away
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their hearts just break
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on each new day
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Up in the morning they never do sleep
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looking so helpless with nothing to keep
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people walk past them not facing the truth
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facing the truth
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dirt on their faces and dust in their eyes
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life passes them - not even a smile
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holding their hands out is all that they know
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holding each other in the cold
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Chorus
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THE CHILDREN (OF MEDELLIN)
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| The Renaissance |
