Cry for all the innocent ones born into a world that's lost its heart,
For those who never learn to dream because their hope is crushed before they can start,
And we shake our fists at the air and say, "If God is love, how can this be fair?"
But we are his hands, we are his voice,
We are the ones who must make the choice,
And if it isn't now, tell me when?
If it isn't you, then tell me who will save the children?
Who will save the children?
We count our blessings one by one, yet we have forgotten how to give,
It seems that we don't want to face all the hungry and homeless who struggle to live,
But Heaven is watching tonight, tugging at our hearts to do what's right.
But we are his hands, we are his voice,
We are the ones who must make the choice,
And if it isn't now, tell me when?
If it isn't you, then tell me who will save the children?
Save the children.
As we observe them through our TV screens, they seem so distant and unreal, but they bleed like we bleed and they feel what we feel.
Oh, save the children,
Oh, save the children,
Save the children.
Now we decide that nothing can change and throw up our hands in numb despair,
And we lose a piece of our souls by teaching ourselves just how not to care,
But Christ would have gone to the cross just to save one child from being lost.
And we are his hands, we are his voice,
We are the ones who must make the choice,
It must be now; there's no time to waste,
It must be you; no one can take your place,
Can't you see that only we can save the children?
Save the children,
Save the children,
Please save the children.
