Silently they come and go
Mother’s weep as they let go of their children’s little souls

Others May survive just another day
Rumors of help may be on its way
No one ever really knows what to say

Forgotten children forgotten by God and by man
There they lie
On the wings of Fate for which they live or die

The Sun beats down upon their face
The desert sand collects the forgotten without a trace

No one ever really seems to give a damn
To understand the plight of another man
Just because he lives on a distant land

Chorus