How many children cry alone
With no-one to dry their tears,
To comfort and reassure them
Through their tender years.
Will they ever hear
'I love you'
As they lay in their makeshift bed
Then stay awake knowing
In the morning, no way will they be fed? .

How many little voices pray
For the people in this world to be fair
Then do those heartbreaking words
Just float unnoticed forever in the air? .