The children can't help the gifts we gave them Wrapped up in grief and warfare They took from them what was gold and pure And stripped their souls clean and bare Can you feel the heartbeat inside them Beating hard They're calling out for redemption For themselves Smoke fills the air tonight And faces look from the cannon light The children can't help the gifts we gave them Wrapped up in grief and warfare We took from them what was gold and pure And stripped their souls clean and bare They need more They need more They need more They need more They need more They need more They need more Smoke fills the air tonight and faces look from the cannon lights They paid their respects By taking their way of life And replacing it for what they say is right The children can't help the gifts we gave them Wrapped up in grief and warfare We took from them what was gold and pure And stripped their souls clean and bare (The children can't help the gifts we gave them Wrapped up in grief and warfare)