As I look upon the small face
Of a child
I think to myself
That he is sacred
But for the sake of his life
He is brave
He is dirty
I know he longs to be clean
Sorrow fills my heart
Because this young boy
Has to grow up
He has to grow up much
Quicker
Than you and I
He is starving, grimy, and cold
I wish I wish I could
Whisk him away
From that terrible place
He has to endure so much
How does he do it?
