Hana couldn't understand where all the shoes went,
hundreds every day.
She packed them all up and sent them away.
Where to? She didn't know,
But tomorrow morning there would be more soles
to make and flaps to sow.
It never seemed to end.

Jamie couldn't understand why kids like him die in the factories.
Working for 6 cents in 58 degrees. Is it right?
When the clothes on our backs come at such a price?
He can't understand. Although he tries a part of him still dies.

And I wonder if she knows that somewhere across the globe
Children just like her play in parks and learn in schools?
And I wonder how that feels. Promises can seem so real
When the imagery is sealed and it's right in front of you.

It's a seventy five hour week.
This time, I can't understand necessity.

It's time for us to comprehend the lucky lives we live:
The proposal of a better global perspective.
If we look beyond ourselves and all the choices
that we make and what's at stake.
So if we resist, protest - we can find a better way
No more support - for industries where children slave
Promote Freedom - in all of our ambitions and our trials.

And I wonder if she knows that somewhere across the globe
Children just like her play in parks and learn in schools?
And you ask me what to do
it fucking breaks my heart in two when the imagery is true.
And I wonder if he knows just how far this fucking goes.
Slaving til they die's no life for children just like you.
And I wonder how that feels. Promises feel fucking real
When the imagery is sealed and it's right in front of you.

Sent by Maycol Vargas