~I Watch The Children~
I watch the children down below
Some grow, while others fall
I try to help, in times of need
I hear them when they call
There's children there, from broken homes
I hear their cries at night
Huddled together in darkened halls
Their eyes express their fright.
I see schools, where prayer is not allowed
Armed children, roaming halls
Where once was art and items for school
Graffiti adorns the walls
Authorities say that religion
Is no longer allowed in schools
So now a child, with gun in hand
Starts making all the rules
I see children who are beaten
But they will never tell
They keep it all inside themselves
Their bruises, they hide well
I see teens that feel they're never heard
Such sadness I see in their eyes
I see babies having babies
All this sadness is absurd
Little hearts, holding terrible secrets
I am waiting to answer their calls
I will be right here if they need me
Just hoping that none of them falls!!
Copywright by Joan Astaferrero on 9/30/00
