This day no amount of light can block the darkness,
As the innocents call out,
Our blood is still on your hands…
Children still suffer,
Trapped terrified in war zones,
Abandoned in camps, caring for others when they need care,
Children are still abused, misused, forgotten…
Innocent lives are marketed and marked for ever…
Scars speak…
Blood is spilled…
Blood spilled is part of the story we tell…
The innocents call to us…
Speak up, speak out…
Darkness and death have entered the festival, so take the light you have,
Hold it in the darkness,
Til love overcomes for all…
Eternal footsteps 