Listen to the dialogue between the child and the adult viewer. Poverty = Violence
Born in the world when your senses were asleep.
Aren’t you the father that I knew?
Blind man staring at the tears in my Heart,
Your conscience used to feel so clean.
Was it neglect on someone else’s part?
Who’s ear was deaf to my scream?
There’s no such child as other people’s children.
Who am I any way?
I’m a grim tragedy on your television.
I will not go away!
Please don’t ignore my pain so deep?
“I” am your child too!
Born in the world when your senses were asleep.
I am the child you grew
2.
I won’t let you become other people’s children.
[Africa] is your home.
Don’t become a story on my television.
I can not leave you alone.
I feel the ache in your heart so deep.
I can not run away from you.
You were born to wake my heart from its sleep.
Meant to be in my life too.
My eyes can see the tears in your heart
Will they wash my conscience clean?
Now it’s time for me to do my part.
I can’t bear to leave when you scream.
I won’t let you become other people’s children.
My heart is your home.
I’m going to keep you off the cover of the Newsweek.
I am going to bring you home.
I can’t ignore the ache in your heart so deep.
I’m going to stay in this with you.
You were born to wake my heart from its’ sleep.
Come live in my home too.
3.
Don’t let me become other people’s children.
Don’t leave me alone.
Keep me out of the daily headlines.
I just need to be known.
You can heal the ache in my heart so deep.
Please be an ear that’s true.
I was born to wake your love from it’s sleep.
Fill me with a song that’s new.
Now you can see the tears in my heart.
Let them wash your conscience clean.
I’m going to reach out.. and touch….. your heart.
I’m going to set your soul free.
I was not meant to be other people’s children.
I really need a home.
You can keep me off of the television.
Love me as one of your own.
You can heal the ache in my heart so deep.
Just hold me close to you.
I was born to wake your love from it’s sleep.
Sing to me a song that’s new.
4.
There’s no such child as other people’s children.
Who’s are they anyway?
Another grim tragedy on your television;
Can you hear what I have to say?
You can’t ignore the ache in my heart so deep.
Someone’s going to remind you.
Born in the world while your soul was asleep.
Aren’t I the child you knew?
Blind men staring, breaking Gods Heart,
What will make your conscience clean?
Wasn’t it neglect on someone else’s part?
Was God’s ear deaf to my scream?
! ! ! NO WAY ! ! !
There’s no such child as other people’s children.
Who’s are they anyway?
I’m closer to you than your television.
Who can take the pain away?
Love won’t ignore my ache so deep?
“I” am God’s child too!
Born in the world when your soul was a sleep.
I belong in His arms too.
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