In ancient times, so young and small
They marched forth, their faith unwavering
Children's crusade, hope in their eyes
Yet fate turned swiftly against their dreams
Dusty streets, barefoot and weary
Dreaming of a better tomorrow
Their hearts beat to the rhythm of drums
But the world remained deaf to their songs
Children of the crusade, forgotten in the sand
Your names scattered like dust in the wind
Your suffering, your songs, echo through time
In the hearts of those who preserve your tale
The sun scorched their tender shoulders
As they carried burdens beyond their years
Innocence lost, replaced by sorrow
Their pilgrimage a tragic symphony
Through desolate lands, they pressed on
Their footsteps echoing ancient cries
The children's crusade, a haunting tale
Forever etched in the annals of time
Children of the crusade, forgotten in the sand
Your names scattered like dust in the wind
Your suffering, your songs, echo through time
In the hearts of those who preserve your tale
Children of the crusade, forgotten in the sand
Your names scattered like dust in the wind
Your suffering, your songs, echo through time
In the hearts of those who preserve your tale
The winds carried their sighs away
As they lay captive in chains
Once free, now Saracen slaves
Faded dreams, lost hope
In silent nights, their whispers linger
A gentle reminder of dreams once bold
Though their journey ended in shadows and tears
Their spirit endures, a story retold
"Remember the children, lost to time
In each forgotten grave, a lesson lies
Their faith and hope, though met with despair
In our hearts, their memory forever resides