Where I live I see kids seven days of the week.
Walking four and five o'clock in the morning up and down
the dark streets.

Without a good home to go to nor any food to eat, with sneakers so
torn that their feet drag the concrete.

But where are the parents of the children today? Are they in their house? Or did they just forget about them and go about their way?

We'll I'll tell you where they are without hesitating nor refusing,
their father's are alcoholics in the streets busy boozing it, and their
mother's are walking on the corners of the streets busy loosing it.

Their lifting their skirts and sleeping every place to get the money for the drug that they call the base. Do these children have a chance or any hope for tomorrow, or for the rest of their lives will they grow up in sorrow.

Dear Lord, please give these children the strength to move on, and assure them that it's nothing that they every did wrong. Please wipe the sorror from their hearts and the tears from their eyes, and let their parents see that love, doesn't come with two black eyes.

For it's not the children's fault in the knowledge in which they highly lack, and it's not even their fault that they couldn't get the money for the booze nor even the crack.

Please Lord, if you really do exist up above give these children knowledge for their minds and hearts plenty of love. Don't let them grow up with a life time full of sorrow, give them hope for today, so that they can have a BETTER TOMORROW!