Flag of the Children

Flag of the Children

When I went to sleep last night
the flag was still on high,
But in the morn when the sun shined through,
the flag had ceased to fly.

The flag was blood stained on the
ground for all the world to see.
The joke, it seemed, had been
played out and finally we were free.

The People of the world
gathered round the flag to look;
It didn't have the same meaning
now as in the history book.

The children laughed and hugged and cried.....
the day was very bright.
The beasts were hidden in the shadows,
to try again at night.

But now the tune of love was there,
the beasts could rant and rave;
The flag they flew was on the ground,
being dragged into their cave.

They'll try again another day
to bring us to our knees,
But the children of the land
connect in ways that seem to please.

The flag that flies now shows
The Children all around......
It is a mixture of softer hues,
a flag of light .....
NEVER to touch the ground....

It will fly without the pole,
as it is the people's now you know.
The giver this time is from above
and he is in control.

It doesn't have lines nor stars on it,
nor a moon or sun to see,
But if it flies over a house,
or a school THOSE folks this time are free.

It flies all over the world today
in union with the people
It flies over Iraq, Brazil
and in Mexico on a steeple.

It's seen in Italy, Germany,
France, and also in Japan
It's a beautiful sight to see, in Palestine,
Afghanistan,
Syria and in Iran.....
We all got our wish today,
from the Children of the Land:

PEACE, Love, Hope,
LIVES in the hearts of the Children.