Lyrics:
and shot
People dead, not coming back, children crying , family sad
And you feel that your god ever gonna clap? Wow
World has changed, That's not strange
has been mislead
We farm bloody murder, tortured and get slaughtered
The south is where we buried our souls, it's where we all belong
Blinded by
ever know my children crying
Will I be there to hold them, by myself
By myself
Will I ever know my brother's pain
Will I sit with him and hear it, by
to stay
Close by me forever and love me, I pray
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care
And take us to Heaven to live with Thee there (with Thee
by my cradle till morning is nigh
Be near me Lord Jesus I ask You to stay
Close by me forever and love me I pray
Bless all the dear children
In Thy
Jesus asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying he makes
I love you, Lord Jesus
Look down from
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Clo-ose by me forever
A-and love me I pray
Bless all the dear-ear children
I-in thy te-ender care-are
And fit us for heaven
To-oo live wi-ith thee-ee
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look
Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Look
by my cradle till morning is nigh
Be near me Lord Jesus I ask Thee to stay by me forever and love me I pray
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender
Jesus asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying he makes
I love you, Lord Jesus
Look down from
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look
Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Look
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Look down
An old man by a seashore
At the end of day
Gazes the horizon
With sea winds in his face
Tempest-tossed island
Seasons all the same
Anchorage
we're out of time
And it's slowly passing by ....right before our eyes
We are a rock revolving
Around a golden sun
We are a billion children rolled
of home
To much stress now on crack now the streets she roams
Crack baby children forced to find a family
So they join a gang to be accepted by the majority
again
Are you gonna let them play
With all your choices and your behaviors
Are you bleeding or crying?
It's just fear that controls the collective
spree
Everyone is free
Blinded by hate
It's not what you see it's what you believe
Children dying mothers crying
The world is blind there trying
There's a million prayers that are unheard
children crying and people getting hurt,
why do we have to go this way?
i wake up in the morning and hope
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