I’m Lily and I’m nine and, I don’t understand,
Why nations fight, with all their might,
When all you need for peace, is a sweet little kiss,
I feel sad, seeing people behaving like mad.
I know I’m little, but leaders please show some mettle,
Bombing is bad, I know its sad,
God loves me, and He said ‘Worry not, trust me’
But I’m worried, for the kids buried,
For every soul who pays, for no fault of theirs.
God give me strength, to finish the length,
I’m Lily and I’m nine and, I don’t understand.