Hidden by those sons and daughters,
cut down and taken far.
Given love and given shelter,
far from home and the raging war.
Here their hearts beat,
we hear their heartbeats.
In the wind we hear their laughter,
in the rain we see their tears.
See the clouds chasing after,
see them standing in the storm.
Hear the cries of the daughters,
hear the sons keep them warm.
Hear their hearts beat,
we hear their heartbeats.
Marred hands like a prisoner,
stretched over black and blue.
Each day is taken longer,
cold nights they make it through.
On their knees the sons still make it,
through the walls the daughters cry,
see their tears,
in the rainfall.
All alone the children wishing,
all alone they're asking why,
hear their fears,
in their pain call.
Hidden by those sons and daughters,
cut down and taken far,
find their love,
in the wind.
Hear them cry and share their laughter,
see the smiles on their faces,
and their tears,
in the rainfall.
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