I reach inside and I twist

          my heart out of my chest and I

          hold it in my hands.

          It is beating for you

          rumba rumba baby baby

          rumba rumba

          can you hear my heart

          I can feel it beating for those children of war

          who did nothing

          to earn

          a look at the blood in the street

          who did nothing

          to learn

          of the sound of gunfire in the night.

          rumba rumba baby baby

          rumba rumba

          for the soldiers who said I'll go

          and went

          and found not what they were seeking

          only the

          gunfire in the street

          and the children

- David Michael Jackson


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