MUSIC FOR SALE

I saw children in the meadow
With no one to take the lead
As they walked with empty bellies
Through a nation filled with greed
Their fragile, aching bodies trembled
Broken little girls and boys
Heard no children's songs or laughter
Only sorrow in their voice

They came forth from many nations
Searching for a place to stay
In confusion and frustration
Praying God would show the way
Praying God would show the way

Lands once prosperous and thriving
Now lie desolate and waste
With no food for the surviving
Gnawing hunger in its place
No loving moms or dads were near
To make the tired children's beds
No tender hugs, or caring ear
No pillows for small, weary heads

They came forth from many nations
Searching for a place to stay
In confusion and frustration
Praying God would show the way
Praying God would show the way

Now, where was Mary Poppins
Where was Huckleberry Finn?
Why was there no sound of music
In the crooked huts of tin?
Seems that all the children's heroes
In terror had long since fled
Not an angel left to comfort
Tiny, swollen feet that bled

They came forth from many nations
Searching for a place to stay
In confusion and frustration
Praying God would show the way
Praying God would show the way

From a distance came the pounding
Of a cold and mournful drum
If we cannot save the children
What has this world become?
What has this world become?