cast out of doors with no place to lay my head
abandoned in rags, the weather was cold
as i looked up towards heaven, i sighed
why me! was i born to be this way?
eighteen hours a day i slaved and labored in
vain,exploited beyond human possible limits
abused, physically, mentally,even spiritually,
i wondered, when would this end
children are the future, they claim
if life's like this where goes the future?
let not the future seem bleak and weary
let the children live, oh please
let not the hopes of the child wither and die,
like a frail flower which a heavy stone lays
on,let there be emancipation of the child
from the clutches of despair
in unity let us lift up the children and sing
behold, the future is in our hands do not let
go,let us inspire and awaken the dead dreams,
they are the future, the children must live!