There’s a camp fire burning in the desert night
Shadows all around – bodies on the ground
Something not right
A ragging battle went all day
A few children slipped away
The scene is so sad now those children are nothing but nomads
Trace the stars across the sky
Until you reach the building so high
hear the sound of little feet on the New York streets
It’s a game of do or die
And three thousand miles away there more children in L.A.
Each day there’s more and more from sea to shining shore there’s more nomads
Some have fled from bombed out homes
Others ran off on their own
Some from parents that preach
And teachers that don’t teach
Now the streets of life they roam
There’s no parents loving hug
Just the rush they get from drugs
And statistics out today say more are on their way to be nomads
When will our leaders learn that fire burns
Down through generations they’re destroying the nations
When will the air be clean and we have pure streams
And the connection be made between today’s children’s sorrows
And the state of our tomorrows
There’s a camp fire….
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