Children of Hope

Where is the place to scream the wilderness?
Far from touching hands
We’re the children of hope
Fading through the burning ground

All alone in the sea of faces
Looking for the light
We’re the children of hope
Running away from the bogymen

We want to fly the deep blue sky
We want our dreams to come to life
We want to look into the eyes of the world
We want to grow old

Reaching for the stars
Wishing for a touch
Just a simple smile
In the colors of the rainbow

We want to ride the music of the heart
We want see tomorrows morning sun
We want to look into the eyes of the world
We want to grow old

We’re the children of hope