The Children Of The Night

The Children Of The Night
By Mark R. Spencer

The cold hard city streets can be so unfeeling,
When you grow up on the wrong side of town.

The children who survive, do it by stealing,
But a life of crime will, one day, drag them down.

Those who somehow make it, are street wise and strong.
They have learned to live with the hate and shame.

But it's still not a life that lasts very long,
When the prison bars and graveyards call their names!

The city streets at night are far from paradise,
And the children have to fight to stay alive.

This life makes them tough, with hearts as cold as ice.
In a jungle where the strong may not survive.

Some will go to jail and some of them will die,
As everyone around them turns away.

Through all their pain and fear, these children never cry,
And their mother's are the only ones who pray.

There's no one on TV asking you to give
Fifty cents a day so these children can live!

It's easy to help others, so why is it so hard
To help the needy children in our own back yard?!

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