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| Children of the World In a hot and humid desert somewhere half a world away there's a storm thats raging swiftly that can't wait another day. It's not made of rain and thunder and no lightning will you see but a nations's people crying out their yearning to be free. There's a mad-man holding people captive in their own homeland and his weapons swift and deadly lie there waiting in the sand. But the heroes we have sent there fighting bravely through this night will not give up until they've turned the darkness into light America, you should be proud of your sons and daughters too They bravely give their very best to show their pride in you. And to our allied brothers who are giving us their all together we will find the strength to make the mad-man fall And when the weapons are laid down then peace will rule the land and we'll become united men then we will understand that though we may be different with our many flags unfurled.. inside we still are brothers.. the children of the world. |
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