Somewhere in the distance…we can close our eyes and turn our heads,
Way off in the distance, another baby dies and the blood is shed.
Hey.
Come join the resistance,
It can turn your heart, it’ll burn your soul,
Is there really any difference in the child alive or the seed that’s sown?
Oh, can you hear them?
The children say…
Who cries for me? – I didn’t want to die,
Who will cry for me as I go to my Father’s arms?
Who cries for me? – Ooh, just stop the lie.
We cry just a little when we hear the tale of a fallen tree,
And stand in the middle as they cut the chord of society.
Ooh.
Who’ll fight for the voiceless,
Yeah, the times are hard, no guarantees,
We live with the choices ‘til we raise a voice and get on our knees.
Oh, if you listen, the children say…
Who cries for me? – I didn’t want to die,
Who will cry for me as I go to my Father’s arms?
Who cries for me?
Who cries for me? – I have been denied,
Who will cry for me, and for those who’ve yet to come?
Who cries for me? – Please just stop the lie.
We too are the victims, if we turn our eyes away,
Oh, when it comes around, will we let them die or fight for life today?
Who cries for me? – I didn’t want to die,
Who will cry for me as I go to my Father’s arms?
Who cries for me? – Ooh, can you hear the children say…
Who will cry for me, for those to come?
Oh, just stop the lie,
Who cries for me?
