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.

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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

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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. 

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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

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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.

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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.