Without dreams of hope and pride a man will die
Trought his flesh still moves his heart sleeps in the grave
Without land man never dreams cause he's not free
All man need a place to live with dignity

Take the crumbs from starving soldiers,they won't die
Lord said not by bread alone does man survive
Take the food from hungry children,they won't cry
Food alone won't ease the hunger in their eyes

Every child belongs to mankinds family
Children are the fruit of all humanity
Let them feel the love of all the human race
Touch them with the warmth,the strenght of that embrance

give me love and understanding,I will thrive
As my children grew my dreams come alive
Those who hear the cries of children,God will bless
I will allways hear the Children of Sanchez


;words and music by:

Chuck Mangione

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