FREEDOM
Eyes, that will never see
Feet, that will never run
Hands, closed tight with death
Blood, that will never pump
Ooh, what have we done
When will we wake up
And give them their freedom
Freedom to live and grow
Freedom to life
What will we do when we stand before Him
This blood is dripping from our hands
The blood of children cries from our land
Oh will, oh will you stand
We are the voice of the little children
That can not be heard