Spin up the spokes and gild the wheels
Send kites up soaring in blue skies
A generation primed in real
To feel the fear yet still to fly

For if all innocence is lost
Discarded meekly with a sigh
It will be we who count the cost
Of living bleakly with a lie

Think of the children - but guard them not too near
Think of the children - don't let them drown in fear
Think of the children - the values that you sow
So think of the children, give them the space to grow
Space to grow
Space to grow