A) children of light (anderson/vangelis/squire) Distant as the distant thunder Where equal rights for [will] rent assunder Equal rights for equal people
Wait, there's never been a mess like this Oh no, more hands to hold The pain turns tomorrow for her to give up Curse us as God has, believe me Hell has
Slowly the pen touches paper in the guidance of the words that you write memories roll in of the things you once did and who you had shared them with,
Every life, every beating heart Has a searching soul inside Ever needing, ever seeking out The meaning to life I refuse to believe That we're only here
Hook: We are children of the light Royal rulers of the nation Saints, no prisoners of the night Trust and love will lead the way We are free Verse 1
No one feels more alone than The children of a dying breed You never feel at home when you're Just another mouth to feed I wanna live in geological time
Desert rat cry me wolf Shedding skin upon you lips I pray for the love of madness For the hand that takes the grip And we close our eyes to forgive and
Darkened Northwind Fade away from all mankind To the darkness In your heart you feel your dying Fear the winter And the cold in which your living Always
Featuring: Aaron carter, backstreet boys, 'n sync, mr. president, 4 the cause, pappa bear, dj bobo, sash, kisha, Squeezer, 2-4 family, andreas, biber,
"Au clair de la lune, Mon ami, Pierrot, Prete-moi ta plume Pour ecrire un mot! Ma chandelle est morte, Je n'ai plus de feu; Ouvre-moi ta porte, Je suis
Break forth, O beauteous, heav'nly light And usher in the morning Ye shepherds, shrink not with affright But hear the angel's warning This Child now weak
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Sun is still shining, look at the view Moon is still dining with me and you Now that we're out here, open your heart To the universe of which we're a
Sweet dreams my little amigo Barefoot and homeless in Rio De Janiero Sleepin' on the step of a church Whose doors are locked Livin' in a cardboard box
Seven years ago This old man said to me Sittin' on his haunches He's tellin' me to get a life Now, money in a jar Never got him far But his story is heavier
We're living in a worried world a world that's full of fears But there's one hopeful peace eternal I hope that it's very near Little children are the
By William Clarke, Stephen Coore, K. Michael Cooper and William Stewart (Chorus) Ah moving up (we're coming together) Jah, Jah Children them a moving
Julian lennon/nick wood If I could tell you all the secrets of time Turn back the pages start out fresh in our minds We could live a life of peace Knowing