Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
MILCK
Performer
Natasha Bedingfield
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Natasha Bedingfield
Composer
Connie Lim
Composer
Rod Castro
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scott Jacoby
Mixing Engineer
Robb Robinson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Your child, my child
Your child, my child
When I got the call from you
It was a shot to my heart
Feeling lost and confused
Am I doin' my part?
They say the reasons are complex
Then they change the subject
As you live with the effects
We move on and we forget
We move on and we forget
What can I say?
How can I make it better for you?
I wish I could lay the answers at your feet
Your child, my child
Your pain, my pain
I wanna say I'm sure that it will never happen again
My child is your child
My pain is your pain
I know that things will change
When enough of us will say
Enough, enough, enough
All this fear that it brings up
We bolt our doors and windows shut
And it paralyzеs us
And we make it about us
It is and isn't about us
What will it take
For us to bе safe and still be free?
I wish I could lay the answers at your feet
Your child, my child
Your pain, my pain
I wanna say I'm sure that it will never happen again
My child is your child
My pain is your pain
I know that things will change
When enough of us will say
Enough, enough, enough (hey, oh)
Enough, enough, enough
When enough of us show up
When enough of us cry out
When enough of us say "no"
When enough of us say "enough"
When more of us get mad
When each of us breaks down
When all of us scream loud (no)
When enough of us say
Enough, enough, enough (oh, yeah, oh yeah)
Enough, enough, enough (will change, will change, will change)
When I got the call from you
It was a shot to my heart
Feeling lost and confused
Am I doin' my part?
Writer(s): Natasha Anne Bedingfield, Rod Castro, Connie Lim
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