A thousand screams, a thousand cries
Echo in the broken sky
Nowhere
Memories of another life
Carefree dancing bright-eyed child
Stolen
The silent war goes on
Listen to the children
The silent war goes on
Listen to the children
Rocking cradle lying empty
You were sold by your mother
For hunger
Selling flowers on the streets
Then at night you just get beat
Slowly, dying
The silent war goes on
Listen to the children
The silent war goes on
Listen to the children
A man’s warm hand reaches down
Offers you a pretty gown
For comfort
A thousand screams, a thousand cries
Echo in the broken sky
Nowhere
Can you hear them?
Can you hear their voices ringing out?
(Carrie Herbert 2007)