Under A broken chair, lies a vase of plastic flowers;
As the daylight dawns, against the debris, dust and
Crumbling towers
But her heart still beats as she takes in
All that's left of her home
Her spirit's numbed, as she succumbs
To just what's left
Of A child on the outside
But an adult within
Yet another war torn child
That is destined to begin
A lifetime of bloodshed that can never ever end too soon
For she's is just one in six
Born somewhere between
Jupiter and the moon
This is the story of child
Born into a conflict
Born in a quagmire of confusion
Just another child
Born in a war zone
But so much more
Than just skin and bone
This is the story of a child
Taught to hate, taught to anticipate
Just another child born somewhere
Somewhere between Jupiter and the moon
Under war torn skies
Through the rubble they sift
Under her watchful eyes
Their spirits suddenly lift
A new hope born
As a new dawn lies
Swaddled by the sound
Of a baby's cries
For a lifetime of bloodshed that can never ever end too soon
For she's is Just one in six
Born somewhere between
Jupiter and the moon