Bring back our girls.
They are merely children;
barely out of their mother’s sight,
helpless pawns in your bloody war.
Bring them whilst we can still recognize
them. Let them grow without harsh scars.
Let them grow without harsh scars.
Bring back our cherished girls,
whilst they still hold smiles we recognize.
They are just little children.
No use in your gory war,
belonging in their mother’s sight.
A moment out of their mother’s sight
and you want to mark them with deep scars,
to make a statement in your political war;
forgetting they are simply girls,
forgetting they are only children,
not the enemies that you recognize.
Do you have a soul that we can recognize?
Do you let your children out of your sight?
Or because these are not your children,
you have no issue leaving scars,
no issue stripping girls
for your trivial, ghastly war.
You’ll lose the advantage in your war;
but for now, we recognize
that you are holding all our girls
snd they never leave your sight.
So you’ve cut us and left scars
and you’ve accomplished this with children.
Reunite us with our children.
There are other ways to win a war
and even with the scars
we would still recognize
their beauty in our sight;
the beauty in our girls.
Bring back our children. We recognize
we are at war. But don’t lose sight
and don’t leave scars. Bring back our girls.