Who are the scatterlings
the children, the parents, the whites or the blacks, coloured, indian, asian or european
?
we wander through the lands
we cry out in the night and sometimes in the day
Wondering who and what we are
What we are meant for
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O scatterlings - we are all children
seeking a father and to be heard
we cannot be our own saviour
search, search with me
!
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