Children playing in the streets.
A few with homes, you’re fortunate to meet.
Some laughing, singing, good times indeed.
But what about those who's sad eyes weep?
What will we do with the ones unloved?
The ones unseen, who go without hugs.
How can they grow so strong and brave?
Amongst our people who will not
for their young lives pray.
These tiny creatures, the mirrors they are.
Reflect you and I, representing a small part.
Of the big open world of uncaring adults.
Our nation to suffer and crumble from the results.
Written by BonnieDunn©1976