A child was born on Christmas day
He brought his light into this world
But it was never meant to be
For he was born in poverty
And as the light was fading from his dying eyes
His mother held him and she cried
Why him? Why us, will no one help us 'cause we're lost
And is there no one left who cares?
Why him? Why us, will no one help us 'cause we're lost
And is there no one left who cares?
See the rich man in his rocket ship that flies so high
Looking down from up above
He doesn't care, he doesn't know
He didn't do it, it's not his fault
He made his money and now he's free
He gives enough so he can sleep well every night
It soothes his conscience and his dreams
A child was born on Christmas day
He brought His light into the world
And he grew up and helped us see
That it's up to you and me
To make a Heaven
To make a Heaven
To make a Heaven of this world
