Cries of the Children

Many children across the land are crying
Because their fathers and mothers are dying
In a strange land across the great sea
Their mournful cries are like a howling wind in a tree

Mothers and fathers have lost their daughters and sons
Some killed by bombs and some by guns
Yet the war in Iraq goes rolling along
Its' victims are both the weak and the strong

Somewhere a little boy prays Lord bring my daddy home
A little girl whispers my mommie has been gone so long
The tears of the little children are precious in God's sight
Maybe today he will speak the word and end the fight

Copyright 2005 Irvin L. Rozier