She'd seen some little children
They'd been bombed; had died
Oh how her dear heart was pained
By these terrible deaths in Syria
Four little children laid out in a row
Four little hearts; no longer a-flow
OH lord how it hurt to see her tears
Her out-pouring of grief; no relief!
Why are all these terrible things happening?
I remember when my other daughter was a little child
She saw Biafra's starving children
She just cried and cried
Her little heart was hurting so much
All those years ago!
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