Letra de The Prophet

A child is born in Lebanon, son to a mother so strong A child is born in Lebanon, the face of an artist so young Shattered the Earth with a word Wisdom it longs to be heard Traveled the world to leave us faith in life in love Oh won't you fight for us Oh won't you write for us A child was born in Lebanon, plagued by a torture of his own A child is born to save the worn, praise our prophet in his storm Won't you fight for us Won't you write for us In the corners of the world, there are traces. Under stones yet overturned, there are faces who still see Who are hopeful, who believe, and they say... Won't you fight for us Won't you write for us...