Running till no breath is left
Finally a place of rest
Some people say it's protection I call it a fence
Is it an offence, to flee in defence?
Can 8000 mentally distressed?
Women and children were not spared
Wounds to the heart by bullets
The more they know the more they cry
Calling for angels from the sky
In unknown language
But you understand, it's
For their lives…
A nod and knees bent
Two hands together, asking for
Nothing more than Biscuits and Milo
Reach down to them
Look into their eyes
You could almost hear
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die…
The powers have agreed on
This is not where they belong
Send them back once and for all
Deal with them out of my soil.
A couple of separated
Some choices have been made-d
I rather forsake myself here
Than to relive my fears
The more they know the more they cry
Calling for angels from the sky
In unknown language
But you understand, it's
For their lives…
A nod and knees bent
Two hands together, asking for
Nothing more than Biscuits and Milo…
Reach down to them
Look into their eyes
You could almost hear
I don't wanna
Almost giving up this part
Hope shines from the dark
But all of this superficially
Are temporary means to live
Maybe it's the extra dollars
Maybe it's the fear of spiders
Maybe it's the heart so very cold
It's working anymore
The more they know the more they cry
Calling for angels from the sky
In unknown language
But you understand, it's
For their lives…
A nod and knees bent
Two hands together, asking for
Nothing more than Biscuits and Milo…
Reach down to them
Look into their eyes
You could almost hear
I don't wanna die…
Finally a place of rest
Some people say it's protection I call it a fence
Is it an offence, to flee in defence?
Can 8000 mentally distressed?
Women and children were not spared
Wounds to the heart by bullets
The more they know the more they cry
Calling for angels from the sky
In unknown language
But you understand, it's
For their lives…
A nod and knees bent
Two hands together, asking for
Nothing more than Biscuits and Milo
Reach down to them
Look into their eyes
You could almost hear
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die…
The powers have agreed on
This is not where they belong
Send them back once and for all
Deal with them out of my soil.
A couple of separated
Some choices have been made-d
I rather forsake myself here
Than to relive my fears
The more they know the more they cry
Calling for angels from the sky
In unknown language
But you understand, it's
For their lives…
A nod and knees bent
Two hands together, asking for
Nothing more than Biscuits and Milo…
Reach down to them
Look into their eyes
You could almost hear
I don't wanna
Almost giving up this part
Hope shines from the dark
But all of this superficially
Are temporary means to live
Maybe it's the extra dollars
Maybe it's the fear of spiders
Maybe it's the heart so very cold
It's working anymore
The more they know the more they cry
Calling for angels from the sky
In unknown language
But you understand, it's
For their lives…
A nod and knees bent
Two hands together, asking for
Nothing more than Biscuits and Milo…
Reach down to them
Look into their eyes
You could almost hear
I don't wanna die…
inviata da giorgio - 26/1/2010 - 15:42
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The Hmongs are an ethnic group from Laos. Prior to the Viet war, they were mainly supporters of the Democratic Party. During the Viet war against the communist military government, the US recruited them as spies. They were promised security and food...
I went for a trip organized by Radion International to the camp. We were there to provide the needs of the kids by giving them some biscuits and Milo. What I saw and heard and felt made me write this song. I hope that I managed to convey the emotions they feel accurately enough..
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