There are children in this world
Who've never had a good meal
Only the emptiness of hunger roaring in their tummys
When they wake up to the sun and fall asleep to the moon
The coldness of the ground beneath their tiny feet
And the chilling wind against their slim bodies
Wondering if they will even find scraps to eat
Other children are wondering what they did wrong
Why must daddy and mommy hit me
Wondering if he's ever been loved?
If he even knows the meaning of love?
Maybe its a day without getting hit?
Means they still love me?
Or when mommy and daddy remember to give me food?
Or enough to remember that I am still alive?
What is love to a child who has no mommy and daddy?
Or who has never had a home or family for that matter?
