In the land where tears endlessly flow,
Where sorrow's shadow casts its heavy blow,
Children's laughter silenced by the sound,
Of bombs falling, shaking the ground.


Gone are the innocent, lost in the night,
Their voices silenced, robbed of the light.
In their memory, we sing this mournful song,
For the children who left us far too young.


Tiny hands now forever still,
Dreams shattered by a cruel, dark will.
In the streets where they once played,
Now lie the innocent, in graves they're laid.


Gone are the innocent, lost in the night,
Their voices silenced, robbed of the light.
In their memory, we sing this mournful song,
For the children who left us far too young.


But where are the ones who gave the command,
To rain down destruction on this land?
Safe in their bunkers, far from the fray,
While mothers weep for their children's last day.


Gone are the innocent, lost in the night,
Their voices silenced, robbed of the light.
In their memory, we sing this mournful song,
For the children who left us far too young.




But where are the ones who gave the command,
To rain down destruction on this land?
Safe in their bunkers, far from the fray,
While mothers weep for their children's last day.


Gone are the innocent, lost in the night,
Their voices silenced, robbed of the light.
In their memory, we sing this mournful song,
For the children who left us far too young.



May their memory be a lasting flame,
In a world torn apart by sorrow and pain.
For every child lost, let us stand strong,
Till peace reigns and we right this wrong.