There's a boy out playing on a street
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
Having too much fun to come inside and eat
Give him time, God willing give him time
The boy has dreams he doesn't like to tell
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
He'll be a doctor, make the sick folk well
Give him time, God willing give him time
Came the missiles, came the aeroplanes
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
And hidden hands unleashed a fiery rain
Give him time, God willing give him time
The boy is lyin on a hospital bed
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
Doctor says that he'd be better dead
Give him time, God willing give him time
Across the world he's on the TV screens
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
Folk send him gifts and money to wipe their conscience clean
Give him time, God willing give him time
The boy has toys and games he just can't wait to play
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
It's so much harder since we burned his arms away
Give him time, God willing give him time
So when they call for war to end a tyrant's reign
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
Just ask who wins and loses, and what they stand to gain
Give him time, God willing give him time
Give him time, God willing give him time
There's a boy that's rolling down a street
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
Wondering how you'd tell a victory from defeat
Give him time, God willing give him time
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
Having too much fun to come inside and eat
Give him time, God willing give him time
The boy has dreams he doesn't like to tell
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
He'll be a doctor, make the sick folk well
Give him time, God willing give him time
Came the missiles, came the aeroplanes
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
And hidden hands unleashed a fiery rain
Give him time, God willing give him time
The boy is lyin on a hospital bed
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
Doctor says that he'd be better dead
Give him time, God willing give him time
Across the world he's on the TV screens
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
Folk send him gifts and money to wipe their conscience clean
Give him time, God willing give him time
The boy has toys and games he just can't wait to play
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
It's so much harder since we burned his arms away
Give him time, God willing give him time
So when they call for war to end a tyrant's reign
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
Just ask who wins and loses, and what they stand to gain
Give him time, God willing give him time
Give him time, God willing give him time
There's a boy that's rolling down a street
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
Wondering how you'd tell a victory from defeat
Give him time, God willing give him time
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