The Children of God

every night as i sleep,
their faces, innocent faces,
they come back to me....
those deep eyes, they stare at me,
and they seem to ask,
who took, took away
my share of sunshine,
who took, took away
my share of smiles....

why is it this way i live,
whose share of misery,
do i bear and cry,
whose share of pain,
do i continue to sustain....

we....we're the children of God, they say,
yet why did he treat us so different....

time...time they say is a healer,
but their wounds they are getting deeper....
tears...the tears have dried up,
and their vision is so blurred....

till when, till when will we sleep,
its time we open our eyes to see,
its time to feel, for once to be real,
its time we give 'em a chance
chance to bask in the sun,
bring 'em back the innocent time,
their share of sunshine,
their share of smiles,
'cause we're all children of God,
and for sure his creation cannot be flawed.