Saturday morning and children play
Safe under a parent's watchful eye
They will play on every day
Comforted if they fall and cry
But what about in another land
Where they are hungry with nothing to eat
These children could never understand
These are children we never meet
What about the children people neglect
Who live a life where no one will care
This is not the life they would sellect
This is not a life that is really fair
For these children I cry tears
Suffer the children, this should not be
It still goes on, dispite my fears
Where some just refuse to see
Children are a godsend to me and you
We protect them, watch them grow
But out there, there are a few
Where the World leads to woe
copyright Chris Smith 2005
Safe under a parent's watchful eye
They will play on every day
Comforted if they fall and cry
But what about in another land
Where they are hungry with nothing to eat
These children could never understand
These are children we never meet
What about the children people neglect
Who live a life where no one will care
This is not the life they would sellect
This is not a life that is really fair
For these children I cry tears
Suffer the children, this should not be
It still goes on, dispite my fears
Where some just refuse to see
Children are a godsend to me and you
We protect them, watch them grow
But out there, there are a few
Where the World leads to woe
copyright Chris Smith 2005
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