I understand the message of a child's smile
when I touch my crystal in the red light.
My thoughts were on the moon or in limbo,
he did not give me the look to see,
what are you wanting me to say,
that it is time to help them live.
I suffer, if on a street in America
a heart falls asleep cold
playing hopscotch with his life
a son of the sun is lost daily.
I feel my soul moistens
and that my continent saddened.
Tin Soldier patience,
that tomorrow the son of the sun will smile.
I understand the message of a child's tear
if it's your turn in the day of kings wait.
A dream galloping beyond the horizon
in steeds of hope and future.
He is wanting me to say,
that it is time to help them live.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)