Little girl just lost her home
Her face and hands are the same as my own
Men in ties dictate her fate
Which falls between the lines of hate

And we dream of revolution
Tonight she needs a solution

Now the leaders have their pride
They won’t compromise or bend
But she will never see her family again
And it stirs me, this need to write the wrong
But all I write is a song

And dream of revolution
But somebody’s got to give her a solution

If I could give her a daydream
I could sing her a lullaby
I could give her my share
Of life and love and freedom
Freedom

If I could give her a daydream
I could sing her a lullaby
I could give her my share
Of life and love and freedom

In Kosovo