I see kids cry,
as they pass on by.
Walking in the rain.
Hurt and unwanted,
hurt and in pain.
At school they're hit, punched.. taunted.
They go home to parents fighting.
Living a life of hate.
Although they've done nothing wrong.
They want an escape,
They want to be free.
Am I the only one who sees,
the pain in their eyes?
Someday they will up rise.
For better or for worse,
all this torture to make them strong.
Until then,
They're on the edge of breaking down,
but not for long
I see this everyday.
Heads to the ground.
Not paying attention, to who’s around.
Seeing this, I too look down in dismay.
The way they're treated is a shame.
Why must this happen?
What can I do? What can I say?
These kids need a friend.
Someone with a hand to lend.
Someone to listen to their problems.
Someone to help solve them,
and that’s just the least I could do.
