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A little girl sat by the road as the soldiers quickly passed,
She pulled a soldier by the arm and tearfully she asked:
Why do people fight those wars that no one seems to win,
Why can't they love each other and everyone be friends?
Our little town was quiet once - my friends lived down the way,
But now they're gone and I can't find no one here to play;
Our playground's filled with people walking back and forth with guns,
Why do thay want to do away with little childrens' fun?
They came and took my daddy a day or two ago,
And they laid my mommy in the ground by the church along the road;
We loved each other dearly, but I just don't understand,
Why God made love be wiped away, and the world be filled with pain.
Tell me, mister, you should know, if you've time before you go,
Can't you tell the man who runs the war that we don't want no more?
I wish that I could talk to him. I'd tell him that the world
Was made for love and peace and dreams of little boys and girls.
The soldier pulled his arm away, his face was grim and tight,
But deep down in his heavy heart he knew the child was right;
When next he came along the road the little girl was dead,
As he covered up her tear-stained face, he remembered what she'd said.
Tell me, mister, you should know, if you've time before you go,
Can't you tell the man who runs the war that we don't want no more?
I wish that I could talk to him. I'd tell him that the world
Was made for love and peace and dreams of little boys and girls.
I'd tell him that the world was made for little boys and girls.
