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(Words by Ethan Walden, Michael Malcom)

Held within your hands, my future

Mapped prematurely

By everything you say

Listen to the children

You might just hear their pleading cry

Listen to the children

It might just be the last words that they speak

I came into your life, unknowing

Glowing with innocence

But you never seemed to care

Listen to the children

You might just hear their pleading cry

Listen to the children

It might just be the last words that they speak

Hoping, you'll see me there, watching

Waiting, to hear

Your voice expressing love

Listen to the children

You might just hear their pleading cry

Listen to the children

It might just be the last words that they speak

Left all alone

And drifting away

You saw and then

You turned

Turned, led to my decay

Turned, away