Without dreams of hope and pride a man will die
Though his flesh still moves hisheart sleeps in the grave
Without land man never dreams cause he's not free
All men need a place to live with dignity.
Take the crumbs from starving soldiers, They won't die
Touch them with the warnith, the strength of that embrace.
Give me love and understanding, I will thrive
As my children grow my dreams come alive
Those who hear the cries of children. God will bless
I will always hear the Children of Sánchez.
Though his flesh still moves hisheart sleeps in the grave
Without land man never dreams cause he's not free
All men need a place to live with dignity.
Take the crumbs from starving soldiers, They won't die
Touch them with the warnith, the strength of that embrace.
Give me love and understanding, I will thrive
As my children grow my dreams come alive
Those who hear the cries of children. God will bless
I will always hear the Children of Sánchez.
