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Children Born To Lose (feat Stevoss)
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Children living on the streets ...
street fighter street kids street children lost generation
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Butterfly Island is a musical story, setting out to display something of the human condition. It poses 'the questions of life in song' from early childhood to t
Butterfly Island is a musical story, setting out to display something of the human condition. It poses 'the questions of life in song' from early childhood to the 'sunset years', as each generation moves slowly but surely towards the finishing line ...
Song Info
Genre
Pop Afro Pop
Charts
#425 in subgenre Peak #4
Charts
Peak #132
Author
Paul Lane, Steve Dixon & Steve Ambrose
Rights
Butterfly Island Music Ltd 2013
Uploaded
January 11, 2017
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MP3
MP3 5.6 MB 160 kbps 4:52
Story behind the song
Taken from 'The Butterfly Island Story' Chapter 1, scene 2 - go to www.butterfly-island.com to preview whole story ..
Lyrics
See the children running, the dirty streets, Old worn shoes upon their tired feet, There's nowhere to go and there's nothing on the move You know, you know, they're children born to lose Ten year old boys, they're staging a street fight, It's 11 o'clock but they don't sleep at night, They're human beings not just stories on the news You know, you know, they're children born to lose My hand reaches out to the children born to lose, 'Cos there's a place in my heart for the one's who been abused, Hear a cry go out and it's intended for me and you, "Oh, suffer the children !", the children born to lose One boy standing all alone and cold, 'Cos he don't even know the meaning of 'Home' He ain't got nothing to clean his runny nose And you can bet his clothes won't hide the cold There's nothing to say when you meet him face to face, Your words are spat upon, he'll leave a nasty taste, His mouth is filled with hurt, his eyes are filled with hate You'd better love this boy before it's all too late ! My hand reaches out to the children born to lose, Reach out to pick them up all the one's who've been abused, Hear a cry go out and it's intended for me and you, "Oh, suffer the children !", the children born to lose. They sleep in bags and sleep in boxes Walk around the streets at night like foxes Malnutrition say their diets are poor Emotional broken lonely to the core No sign of their family Or people that care Not knowing their tomorrow They are living in fear The conditions they are living in are severe Open up your ears Take a minute listen and hear Born to win not to lose they wernt It Shouldn't be this way So many lessons they've learnt Rejected, neglected, by humanity They feel anguish, hatred anxiety Take some steps to care for the young We can all play a part in helping someone. There are children out there that could do with our help Don't Turn your back on these kids Help them to excel ... My hand reaches out to the children born to lose, Reach out to pick them up all the one's who've been abused, Hear a cry go out and it's intended for me and you, "Oh, suffer the children !", the children born to lose. "Suffer the Children ..."
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