You walk out on the streets,
Now, they're always there,
The kids you thought didn't like going home,
Nope, they just wish you'd care.
The kids that you find at play,
They're alone, every night, all day,
No one's there for them, no parents,
Yeah, you know those kids.
The kids you find outside of your home,
By the trash cans, near their boxes,
God took their young parent's soul,
Or maybe they left themselves alone.
The kids you think are OK,
They cry out to Him every night,
Praying to Him, hoping someone will care.
Every day is a battle for life, a fight.
The kids you see walking on the sidewalk,
Seas of dirty-faced kids, along the way,
You don't know, they're silently crying out,
They need help; they don't know what to say.
The kids that need help more than anybody,
Teary-eyed faces need somebody to love,
Send them somewhere, show them the way,
They're honestly little angels from above.
The kids who are lost, you see them from afar,
Lead the way; show them where to go,
Send them to a hospital, for their bloody scars,
Yeah, you know those kids.
Those kids on knocking on heaven's door,
They're right outside your neighborhood;
They're hopeless, dying on the floor,
Yeah, you know those kids...
