Lyrics:

Dead black kids in Atlanta - when will this insanity end?
White or black, many or one; the killer poses as a friend
Fear grips the littlest children, they can hardly sleep at night
The Klan, the Nazis, and the FBI only adding to their fright
In South East Asian refugee camp, to Haiti and beyond
The suffering of these little ones screams of a world gone wrong
The selfishness, greediness, and wars have crippled and killed them
We can roll in the shame of our sinful gain, but we can't replace our children
Abort me, abuse me, rape and use me to buy your way to happiness
Swear and hit me, or just neglect me; it's only at a child's expense
What does it matter? - You'll get what you're after
But if I die before I wake, I'll be safe in the arms of my saviour
So much love for so much hate
But if I die before I wake, I'll be safe
I'll be safe
I know the Lord my soul will take