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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Where are our children now
Playing on streets that forgot their names
Chasing a dream in a broken town
Learning the rules of a rigged old game
I see their eyes in the window glass
Pressed to a world that won’t open the door
We talk big talk about coming days
But what are we really saving them for
[Chorus]
Where are your children
My people
My kin
Did we leave their future out in the wind
Those little brown faces
Are the reason we live
Every smile
Every tear
Is God's precious gift
We been given this glory
But we’re wasting it thin
Where are your children
Can we bring them back in
[Verse 2]
We got our titles
We got our talks
March in the suits while they walk alone
Scroll past their stories like moving ads
Cry in the night when the cameras gone
We built our pride on a painful past
But the babies can’t live off history
They need love in the light of day
Not just names in a dusty memory
[Chorus]
Where are your children
My people
My kin
Did we leave their future out in the wind
Those little brown faces
Are the reason we live
Every smile
Every tear
Is God's precious gift
We been given this glory
But we’re wasting it thin
Where are your children
Can we bring them back in
[Bridge]
I see a boy on a corner
Waiting
For someone to call him home (call him home)
A girl writing poems in an old notebook
Praying her words can break the stone
If we won’t stand
Then who will guide them
If we won’t speak
What song will they sing
Our hands were made for healing
Building
Not just clapping for the same old kings
[Chorus]
Where are your children
My people
My kin
Did we leave their future out in the wind
Those little brown faces
Are the reason we live
Every laugh
Every cry
Is God's precious gift
We been given this glory
Let it start again
Hold on to your children
Bring them back in (bring them back in)
Details
GeneratedFeb 15, 2026
Duration4:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
Slow-burning blues-soul ballad, male vocals. Clean electric guitar and warm Rhodes piano trade gentle phrases over a laid-back, live-kit groove; bass walks with subtle gospel inflections. Verses stay intimate and low, almost spoken; chorus lifts with organ swells, call-and-response backing vocals, and a touch of reverb on the lead. Final chorus stretches with ad-libs and sustained notes for a church-like, tearful release., soul, blues
Credits
Prompt byLofiBanger163
ModelAria v5
Prompt
As a nation of black Americans where are your children. Did we forget about their future. The faces that smile are the reason for God's precious gift given to people with great glory., blues, soul
