He was 40 days old

When they found him frozen to death

He died there alone

On his bed which was a wounded chair

There’s no glass on the window

Just like there’s no one he can call dad

Sorrow and fallen hopes are

What his mom gets from this promised land

Broken system, broken faces

Is there a hope for a helping hand

So tomorrow, will the sun rise?

Is there a thing to believe in left?

Ooooh we’re lost and damned

He’s 11 years old

But his body says he’s only six

You can count his bones

Through his thin and wounded skin

He has a big dream

Walking miles, taking shots everyday

Just to save his people from this living hell

Broken system, broken faces

Is there a hope for a helping hand

So tomorrow, will the sun rise?

Is there a thing to believe in left?

Broken system, broken faces

Is there a hope for a helping hand

So tomorrow, will the sun rise?

We’re lost and damned

Broken system, broken faces

Is there a hope for a helping hand

So tomorrow, will the sun rise?

Is there a thing to believe in left?

Broken system, broken faces

Is there a hope for a helping hand

So tomorrow, will the sun rise?

Is there a thing to believe in left?

Ooooh we’re lost and damned

Ooooh we’re lost and damned

Ooooh we’re lost and damned