S.O.S.

He dreams of finding a point of light,
A happy place to grow,
He smiles if you make him laugh
And succeeds if you believe in him.
He came from pain and darkness
Crying when born just like you,
And then he grew
And someone shouted
An s.o.s. for him.

S.o.s. is not a song,
It's the voice of the one who can't speak,
It's the cry of the one asking for love,
It's a child to fight for.

S.o.s. is not a song,
It's not a song.

S.o.s. is not a song,
It's the voice of the one who can't speak,
It's the cry of the one asking for love,
It's a child to fight for.

S.o.s. is not a song,
It's not a song.

He's happy if you're happy with him
And cries if you make him cry,
His voice is happy if you talk to him
And if you love him, he hugs you happily.
Today he wants to achieve the same as you
And dreams of reaching higher than the sun
And he won't forget
That someone shouted
An s.o.s. for him.

S.o.s. is not a song,
It's the voice of the one who can't speak,
It's the cry of the one asking for love,
It's a child to fight for.

S.o.s. is not a song,
It's not a song.

He's happy if you're happy with him
And cries if you make him cry,
His voice is happy if you talk to him
And if you love him, he hugs you happily.
Today he wants to achieve the same as you
And dreams of reaching higher than the sun
And he won't forget
That someone shouted
An s.o.s. for him.

S.o.s. is not a song,
It's the voice of the one who can't speak,
It's the cry of the one asking for love,
It's a child to fight for.

S.o.s. is not a song,
It's not a song.

S.o.s. is not a song,
It's the voice of the one who can't speak,
It's the cry of the one asking for love,
It's a child to fight for.

S.o.s. is not a song,
It's not a song.