In the streets of Gaza, children hide from the sky
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In a trench near Kyiv, another asks why
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In a village in Sudan, the water runs dry
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In Bondi's bright sand, a family learns to cry
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No borders on sorrow, no flags on the pain
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Every mother's tear falls the same in the rain
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Let the children breathe
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Let the children breathe
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No more walls of hate
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No more nights of fear
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Let the children breathe
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Let the children breathe
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Till the morning comes
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And the heart can heal
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In Jerusalem's old stone, a boy counts his days
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In Tehran's quiet room, a girl softly prays
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In Moscow's cold wind, a father holds tight
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In Sydney's warm sun, we all search for the light
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No sides in the darkness, no victors in grief
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Only human hearts longing, searching for relief
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Let the children breathe
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Let the children breathe
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No more walls of hate
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No more nights of fear
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Let the children breathe
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Let the children breathe
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Till the morning comes
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And the heart can heal
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A mother in Tel Aviv rocks an empty bed
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A father in Donetsk bows his weary head
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In Khartoum's dry dust, a parent digs a grave
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In Bondi's salty air, the same silent wave
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Their lullabies broken, their dreams torn apart
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Yet the same aching love beats in every heart
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One day in the future, when the guns are all still
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Children will play where their blood used to spill
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Hand touching hand, no fear in their eyes
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Under one heaven, beneath peaceful skies
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We are not enemies
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We are not the fight
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We are mothers and fathers
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Holding children tight
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Let the guns fall silent
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Let the bombs stay still
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Let the children breathe
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Let the world learn to heal
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Let the children breathe
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Let the children breathe
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No more walls of hate
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No more nights of fear
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Let the children breathe
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Let the children breathe
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Till the morning comes
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And the heart can heal
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Till the morning comes
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And we all can heal
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Let the children breathe
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Let them breathe
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Let them breathe
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