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I picked up the Sunday paper and I saw a
photo of a little Iraqi girl, 9 years old, screaming in pain as she suffered
severe burns all over her body during an explosion when troops clashed
in Sadr City, Iraq. She and two of her sisters burned as they slept. Her
name is "Isra." The last two nights I see her and hear her crying
out in my dreams. So this one is for Isra and all the children of war
maimed and murdered, as i pray that somehow the killing will stop. There
is no convincing I'n'I that war is necessary. One look at Isra and having
a daughter myself, I know this Truth.
Isra's Song ("She's
Only A Child")
she’s just a child...she’s on-ly a child..
Lord she's just a child... she’s on--ly a child..
con-victed and sen-tenced / with no jury or trial...
when did in-no-cence become a crime..
she’s only a child man...she’s only a child...
Isra oh Isra...can i sing out
your precious name / Isra my little darling..to a world that’s gone
insane..
Isra sweet Isra...where will you place the blame / Isra oh Isra...what
could i ever say or do...
Isra my Little angel ....I Love you ..I Love you...
an Lord i pray...
because the blood of angels
is flowing / all over the face of Mother Earth..
and Lord what is the season / when a child’s Life has no worth...
Isra i see you in my mind /
cryin out in your sleep /
everyone else’s nightmares / are you re-al-i-tees /
Isra i hear you / in my Soul you wander deep /
and if i had the Power / that’s where you’d safely keep...
an she’s just a child...she’s
only a child...
Lord she’s just a child..she’s only a child..
convicted and sentenced / with no jury or trial...
Lord...when did in-no cence become a crime...
she’s only a child man...she’s only a child.......
lucky to be a-live they say
/ as her flesh it burns away..
now when she’s older who will hold her / and who will ex-plain /
the scars that she carries for life / on her body and deep inside /
when being born ....and trying to dream / were her only crimes...
Isra oh Isra...can i sing out
your precious name / Isra my little darling ..to a world that’s
gone insane..
Isra my sweet little Isra..where will you place the blame / Oh Isra...what
could i ever say or do..
Isra my little Angel...i Love you ...I Love You...
and Lord i pray...
because the blood of Angels
is flowin / all over the face of Mother Earth..
and Lord what is the season...when a child’s Life has no worth...
such a beautiful little girl
/ sweetheart i wonder what you feel /
what good is imagination / when your monsters are for real /
what good is a fairy tale / when you’ve seen man’s thirst
to kill ...
what good are the falling crumbs / when death precedes the meal....
an she’s only a child...she’s
just a child...
can you look at your child right now / and the child next door /and the
child walkin down the street...
and can ya see...i said...CAN YOU SEE...
that Isra...my little Isra..is only a child....yeah...
convicted and sentenced / with no jury or trial..
an when did in-no cence...become a crime...
she’s only a child man...just a child of God ...
like all the rest....
Isra oh Isra...can i sing your
name again and again...and again...
Isra my sweet Isra...can i shout out your name / Oh Isra..my little darling
/ to a world that’s gone insane...
Isra let them hear your name / as i wonder where.... will you place the
blame...
Isra.... my little angel / what could i ever say or do...
to make up for all that they’ve done to you..
Isra...my lttle Angel / i Love you...I Love you..
baby girl...I love you..like you were my own...
because you are...
and Lord i pray....
because the blood of angels
is flowing / across the face of Mother Earth..
and Lord what is the season when a child’s life has no worth...
call it what you want war-mong-ers....
i call it as i see it and...
i call you mur-der-ers...............
and she’s only a child...she’s just
a child........
Isra my sweet Isra....
Isra...I love you.............
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