Cry for the children, don’t you cry for me.

Cry for the children, for what we leave behind.
Cry for the children, treated so unkind.
Everything that we have been, we teach it all to them.
So after I am dead, remember what I said.
Cry for the children, don’t cry for me.

Cry for the children, who could not find their way.
Cry for the children, who never had a say.
With mothers all alone, and fathers that are gone.
So after I am dead, remember what I said.
Cry for the children, don’t cry for me.

Cry for the children, better then the rest.
Cry for the children, given all the best.
The things they’ll try to do, in a world they cannot use.
So after I am dead, remember what I said.
Cry for the children, don’t cry for me.

Cry for the children, a world that’s so mad.
Cry for the children, hungry, cold and sad.
Can they love their fellow man? Are they guided by God’s hand?
So after I am dead, remember what I said.
Cry for the children, don’t cry for me.

Cry for the children, that we did not teach.
Cry for the children, did we only preach.
The things in life we give, not what they need to live.
So after I am dead, remember what I said.
Cry for the children, don’t cry for me.

Cry for the children
Cry for the children
Cry for the children, but don’t cry for me.

© 2008 Written by R.A. Hoeppner
Published by Max Berry Music, BMI

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