See on your way
Children forgotten and lost.
Give them a hand,
To lead them
To other tomorrows.
Feel in the the middle of the night
The wave of hope,
The ardor of life,
The path to glory.
Childish joys,
Erased and forgotten too soon.
A golden light shines endlessly
At the end of the road.
Feel in the the middle of the night
The wave of hope,
The ardor of life,
The path to glory