Little Paper Cut Out <33

A little paper cut out,
Lies vacant on the sand,
I hold this paper cut out,
With my very own broken hand.
These hands are locked together,
For everyone to see,
For everyone to understand it;
Everyone but me
I took a scissor and cut a hole,
Where I thought the heart should be,
Then I cut the arms apart so they could both be free.
They don't deserve to live like this,
Come on it isn't fair,
I know they'd say something if they could,
But I understand they wouldnt dare.
These children in other countries,
They have nothing to give at all,
But the only thing we had left to do,
Was put up another wall.
I look at the poor girls empty eyes,
But I only see one thing,
That the girl needs something only a mother could ever bring.
I look at a photo of a lonely boy,
Sitting on a street,
He doesnt even have enough,
To cover his little feet.
So this is what it's come to?
No one even cares,
We just look at pictures,
And all we do is stare.
So a little paper cut out,
Lies vacant on the sand,
And I held this paper cut out,
With my very own broken hand.