Children of today
They all dressed in black
Their hairs are colorful display
Of the life that goes around them
Children of today
Gathered round
On the street that has become their homes
Place where everything happens
Children of today
Their faces are moving pictures
Of the life they see
First hand
On the spot
Where they belong
Children of today
Are dancing round and round
Around the globe
They exist around us
But does it mean anything to you?
Children of today
Are us tomorrow
Does their existence mean anything to you?