The Bombs Fall, The Rockets Fly

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© billybluej
Someone saw a ghost sitting on the shore. <br/>He was one of the lucky ones, he survived<br/>He was one of the lucky ones when so many have died.<br/>He was one of the lucky ones, he survived<br/>They are mothers and fathers. <br/>They are sons and daughters,<br/>so many have died<br/><br/>Out here in the desert, we hear the children cry.<br/>The bombs fall; the rockets fly.<br/>Out here on the border, we hear the children cry.<br/>Dressed in rags, they are the lucky ones, they survived.<br/>They are the lucky ones when so many have died.<br/>They are sons and daughters.<br/><br/>Someone saw a ghost sitting on the shore.<br/>She was one of the lucky ones, she survived<br/>She was one of the lucky ones when so many died.<br/>She was one of the lucky ones, she survived<br/>