Empty Prams

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© bluvation
A hundred and twelve tiny baby prams
lined up on the square
Their empty frames seem so unreal
and crowds of people stare

Their troubled minds and tear-filled eyes
searching for words to say
Out there on that cold grey stone
they hang their heads, and they pray

If there's somebody here who has got the power
to end this senseless crime
You alt to know that they need you now
Don't you think it's time

Oh what a sad and tragic sight
It feels like the final straw
The time has come to shine your light
and put an end to this war

If there's somebody here who has got the power
to end this senseless crime
You alt to know, they need you now
Don't you think it's time?
Don't you think it's time?