� � We're staring out, with shallow graves � � We're no one's home, we're all afraid � � We listen to, the call of prayer � � We're shown the temple, but no one's there � � � So spread your wings, we're here we go � � We are the children, of the lost and found � � We are the children, the children � � � Cut off our hands, and throw it away � � We have no reason, there's nothing to say � � They give us faith, they give us a raise � � But nothing's on, the side of faith � � � So spread your wings, we're here we go � � We are the children, of the lost and found � � We are the children, the children � � � � � So spread your wings, we're here we go � � We are the children, of the lost and found � � We are the children, the children � � �