I stood by my will
To cheer my little
My darling wanted a gift
Which went off with a drift
To cheer my little
For she wanted more dolls
Those shells around
Had once fell with a sound
She wished for children to play
But they vanished falling prey
Those shells around
Are usually found
The rubble, the blood
With no food and flood
We starve, she starves
I wish for a better future to be carved..
With no food and flood
She plays in the mud
No way out of here
We always fear
For all the world out there
There Is no one here!
We starve, she starves..
I wish for a better future to be carved!
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