Their tears fall and their little hearts cry silently
Hoping that somewhere, someone might hear them
But their cries fall on a deaf world
Nobody hears them, no-one cares
It isn't right, it's just not fair
These are the souls battered and torn
Misused and ignored and often forgotten
A prison of pain is where they live
They suffer daily at the hands of fate
Can't something be done before it's too late
There is a child who is starving
In a barren and empty world of poverty
With not enough food to keep his body alive
A child who is simply born to die
Has anyone ever asked why
There are also the children abused every day
By an unrelentant keeper who deals in fear
There is no escape, nowhere to go
They suffer silently, too frightened to tell
Surrounded by a pain they know only too well
Also are the homeless who live on the street
Their bed is not comfortable or clean
On a scavenger hunt they find their food
Their bodies are their trading cards
It's too easy to say life's hard
Last are the children, born but not wanted
A human mistake discarded like trash
Left on a doorstep or shunted around
Thrust into a world which holds no hope
They are left alone to survive and cope
But tears shouldn't fall and little hearts shouldn't cry
Little children should be happy all the time
Their world should be full of sunshine and laughter
And we should listen to our children every day
We have to show them we love them in every little way
(c) NFN
Hoping that somewhere, someone might hear them
But their cries fall on a deaf world
Nobody hears them, no-one cares
It isn't right, it's just not fair
These are the souls battered and torn
Misused and ignored and often forgotten
A prison of pain is where they live
They suffer daily at the hands of fate
Can't something be done before it's too late
There is a child who is starving
In a barren and empty world of poverty
With not enough food to keep his body alive
A child who is simply born to die
Has anyone ever asked why
There are also the children abused every day
By an unrelentant keeper who deals in fear
There is no escape, nowhere to go
They suffer silently, too frightened to tell
Surrounded by a pain they know only too well
Also are the homeless who live on the street
Their bed is not comfortable or clean
On a scavenger hunt they find their food
Their bodies are their trading cards
It's too easy to say life's hard
Last are the children, born but not wanted
A human mistake discarded like trash
Left on a doorstep or shunted around
Thrust into a world which holds no hope
They are left alone to survive and cope
But tears shouldn't fall and little hearts shouldn't cry
Little children should be happy all the time
Their world should be full of sunshine and laughter
And we should listen to our children every day
We have to show them we love them in every little way
(c) NFN