Children of the future, what will your fortune be Today's front page of sorrow Tomorrow's history Children from the ashes Wonders of a scientific world patrol the sky In concrete bunkers miles below Are those about to die Children from the ashes So go take your future in blistered hands
Our war to end all wars, the war to end all man But see the dawn arriving for a better day Try not to judge too harshly Those who lost their way Children of the future, what will your fortune be Age cured us of our youth And you your destiny Children from the ashes