God Bless The Children

God bless the children who dwell in the desert And bake in the heat under African skies, Scorched by the sunlight the land lies infertile So cracked and now empty their waterhole lies, In drought they do thirst they are longing for rainfall But each day they wake to the glow once again, That slowly does rise through the shadows of darkness And dwells on this vast and so desolate plain. God bless the children have pity upon them Both naked and starving so wracked with disease, And dry mother's tears as they're trying to comfort Their young ones so precious they can never please, They sing to them softly and cradle them gently They yield what they have but they've little to give, Forlornly they gaze to the heavens above them Their sons and their daughters have not long to live. God bless the children they do not deserve this And nor should they suffer the way that they do, So fly blown and dirty nobody can save them Our hands only able to pray for them too, As life slips away in the blink of a moment They watch them all die and are helpless to save, Then wrapping their bodies in rags while they're weeping And placing each child in a hole for a grave.