HIVE OPENMIC #113: MICHAEL JACKSON || LOST CHILDREN

Hello everyone this is hive openmic week 113
And the topic of this week has been infantil which means childlike.
For this week I'm going to do an epic song by The legendary Michael Jackson titled lost children.
this song for those children was in dead in my heart right from when I was little. But I did not know the wording so I always hum it.

The song comes with a very beautiful tune and on discovering what the world is where I was captivated by what it thoughts.

People mostly sing about who they love what they have and the things they want hardly about children who are lost. On leaders who care for you refugees or the police or setting angels are concerned about them.

But they just have to be loved as well they deserve to be sung, to be reached out to and Michael's song does just that.

I'm glad I travel with my guitar and I'm having to do this beast away from my room studio. I was able to add a few more voices and I hope that you enjoy it towards the end.

Lyrics

We pray for our fathers, pray for our mothers
Wishing our families well
We sing songs for the wishing, of those who are kissing
But not for the missing

So this one's for all the lost children
This one's for all the lost children
This one's for all the lost children, wishing them well
And wishing them home

When you sit there addressing, counting your blessings
Biding your time
When you lay me down sleeping and my heart is weeping
Because I'm keeping a place

For all the lost children
This is for all the lost children
This one's for all the lost children, wishing them well
And wishing them home

Home with their fathers
Snug close and warm, loving their mothers
I see the door simply wide open
But no one can find thee

So pray for all the lost children
Let's pray for all the lost children
Just think of all the lost children, wishing them well
This is for all the lost children
This one's for all the lost children
Just think of all the lost children
Wishing them well, and wishing them home

85, 90, 95, 100
Here I come, ready or not
Last one into the forest is a rotten apple
It's so quiet in the forest
Look at all the trees
And all the lovely flowers
It's getting dark
I think we better go home now

Michael Jackson keeps being a hero in a hearts. Long live Michael.