Starving little children...with no hope in sight... For the red, yellow, brown, black and white... Crying for help in the still of the night Friend hunger's the real war to fight... Harvest fields have dried up...hunger's all that will grow... A mother with child...she carries dies slow... Famine, sickness, desert sands start to blow... From this world...into God's arms they go... Hungry and hurting inside... Surrounded by wars of false pride... Why can't we set hurting aside... And feed the children... Dying...outside... Standing alone...braving bitter old winds... Children are....God's special friends... See..hungry and hurting in war no one wins... Forgive us O god how we've sinned... Hungry and hurting inside... Surrounded by wars of false pride... Why can't we set hurting aside... And feed the children... Dying...outside... Why can't we set hurting aside... And feed the children...dying outside...