Blessid are the children
Who sleep amoung the war
They live in disregard of
The pain they have in store
They're sleeping in their beds
They're dreaming what they dream
One day they'll realize
That the world's not what it seems
Their dreams will become nightmares
Their innocence will fade
They'll face the consequences of
Mistakes that have been made
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