I want to hold your hand, cry with you as the sky tears asunder
Raining bullets and viruses by the thunder beat
I want to tell you, you are not a number.
We have the same eyes, same hair and same laughter
Except you’ve got battlescars in Mozambique, Afghanistan and Yemen
I want to hold your hand, cry with you as the sky tears asunder
You deserve good food, a full breakfast, lunch and dinner
But instead you face droughts, must eat men’s leftovers
I want to tell you, you are not a number.
You have world-class ideas and visionary desires
Why can’t the ventilators and the oxygen tank go on working?
I want to hold your hand, cry with you as the sky tears asunder
You tried to help your family escape the land of horrors
By braving the winds and the oceans before me, but you were captured.
I want to tell you, you are not a number.
It’s so difficult, everyday you face old fears new fears
It’s so difficult, but oh do hold on to your innocence and goodness
I want to hold your hand, cry with you as the sky tears asunder
I want to tell you, you are not, never, a number.