The Children of the Past

"Never war I am thinking of children who are deprived of the hope of a worthwhile life, a future." 

Pope Francis

Am Cmaj7 Fmaj7 Em

We sailed on an ocean of regret,
until we found a land where we could forget.

We see the flash of headlines in the sky.
There are no more bargains left for us to buy.

We hear a whistling in our heads.
We are done sleeping in our beds.

We hear a siren song that fills the air.
If you woke us we would fall.

We once were the children of the future.
We are now the children of the past.

We sailed on an ocean of regret,
until we found a land where we could forget.