Run, my child

and leave your toys, behind.



They will come, for you

so leave the things, which are on your mind.



Tears are running down my cheeks,

when Francis speaks, to me.

Anger burns inside of me,

but makes me weak, when Francis speaks.



History will repeat itself

if you don't think about yourself.



Go now, don't even dare to stay

for once listen to what i say.



I know it is hard to understand

people still fight over land.

Come with me to a better place

let me wash the dirt of your face.



Tears are running down my cheeks,

when Francis speaks, to me.

Anger burns inside of me,

but makes me weak, when Francis speaks.



Right now there isn't much i can do

I promise better times for you

you have the right on a future too



Tears are running down my cheeks,

when Francis speaks, to me.

Anger burns inside of me,

but makes me weak, when Francis speaks.