I cry for all the children who
won't be home tonight
For the sad and lonely parents
their heartaches and their plight
Whether they left on their own
or were stolen in the night
I cry for all the children who
won't be home tonight
Sometimes we try our very best
to keep them safe from harm
We nudge them gently back on track
or try and lend a guiding arm
Then other times it just happens
a wrong place and a very wrong time
Swiftly snatched up and out of sight
a parents nightmare, another child to find
Sitting here I agonize, my tears begin to flow
watching these children one by one
as their panic and sorrow grow
Sometimes no matter how hard
we try to keep them out of harm
They slip from underneath our wings
and we must sound out with alarm
Yes it takes a village
to raise a child into a man
Everyone has to do their part
and lend a helping hand
If we hide and close our eyes,
pretend we do not see
Our future is lost, there is nothing left
but much pain and agony
Whether they left on their own
or were stolen in the night
I cry for all the children who
won't be home tonight
"A Hundred years from now....
It will not matter what my bank account was,
the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove.
But, the world may be different because I was important in the life of a child"
*Author Unknown*
