One, two,Buckle my shoe; Three, four,Open the door; Five, six,Pick up sticks; Seven, eight,Lay them straight: Nine, ten,A big, fat hen I sent my girl to school but she isnt there now When you go by you wont hear a sound 300 girls gone Stolen Militants took our girls and left our world broken Taken and sold off like tokens Young girls innocence gone so that they came become brides Word to wise I do advise you keep your girls close and dont close your eyes If they took mine next it will be yours Even though we are oceans apart we are still just next door 300 girls no longer learning If I knew that day that forevermore for my child I would be yearning I wouldve let her stay home Play sick if you will But instead Im sick to my stomach thinking about our black girls at the militants will Lord will they have mercy Mercy on my child They are in Your hands Lord Please take care of our young black child
Posted on: Thu, 08 May 2014 16:32:44 +0000
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