i watch the children play

When the rain is falling

I watch the children play

They don't know about racial colours

They sing and cry together

When the minds are clear

When the eyes watch the same thing

When they can hold hands and dance

Together in the world in their eyes

Maybe the children know something

The adults fail to realize it

We are the children of God

Young and old it doesn't matter

Maybe God is a woman

She keeps protecting her children

Telling them stories of the past

Be the good enjoy the moments

When the rain is falling

I watch the children play

There is no racial colour

They dance and play in unity