A little boy, with a kite in his hand
Watches the clouds drift over his land
He built it himself from sticks and from string
And dreams of the stories tomorrow might bring
He sees his friends playing, they laugh and they shout
He wants to join in, no fear and no doubt
But the air feels heavy, the ground starts to shake
He holds his kite tighter, for goodness' sake

I want to see the sun rise again
Wake up and play with all of my friends
I want to see the flowers bloom in the spring
Hear the birds in the olive tree sing
I just want to see tomorrow, you see
A simple, tomorrow, for a child like me

A girl with a book, sits under a tree
Reading old tales of how things should be
Of castles and heroes, of lands far away
And wishes her life could be just like a play
She sees her family, they’re cooking a meal
The smell of fresh bread, so warm and so real
But a noise in the distance, a rumble so deep
Wakes up the fears that were buried in sleep

I want to see the sun rise again
Wake up and play with all of my friends
I want to see the flowers bloom in the spring
Hear the birds in the olive tree sing
I just want to see tomorrow, you see
A simple, tomorrow, for a child like me

The grown-ups are worried, I can see it in their eyes
They look at the ground and they look at the skies
I don't understand all the reasons or why
Just the fear in the whisper and the tear that they cry