I am the child, who lived by the sea
In a small village with my friends and family
I am the child that you see on T.V.
You think I look sad with my bandaged up knee
I am the child who feels so alone
But I look around, and why should I moan?
I am the child whose father was fishing
'If only he was here now' I find myself wishing.
I am the child who has nowhere to live
I'd do anything for food but I've nothing to give.
I am the child who waits in a line
Of people searching for loved ones, hope I'll find mine.
I am the child who digs in the rubble
Searching for my sister to save me from trouble.
I am the child needing water to drink
The cause of so much damage, I'd hate it, you'd think.
I am the child who waits for the aid
Food, water, clothing, shelter to be made
I am child questioning meaning in life
There's no-one here to help me through the strife.
I am the child, who at six years of age
Lost everything to the sea, saw it's power and rage.
So I'd like to thank people for all they give
To make my life that little easier to live.
But why punish me, Lord? What did I do?
Devastation for so many others, too
Is this really how the world should be set right?
Join everyone together and stop every fight
By making us reach out and give a helping hand
Set priorities straight and unite every land.
I am the child who watched my home, my family, my life washed away
I am the child who survived the most terrifying day.
I am the child who lost all- except hope.
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