For the Children
What is a child but a spirit that’s free
There once in our innocence, stood you and me
That place full magic and wonder and awe
Where the sea was of Love and we played on its shore
Now we are older and there’s tears in our eyes
We see too many children with a spirit that cries
We see those that are hungry but more hungry for love
Where the bullets fly free and in the cage there’s a dove
We see those that are abused and of Love they have none
And we’d give all that we have if it would even save one
We see those who are sick and suffering pain
They cry out for help but they cry out in vain
They are robbed by the selfish who take all with haste
They leave children with nothing in a world that’s laid waste
We who have Love and see all of these things
Would give to the children all that Love brings
One person can’t save them but we can all make a start
To put back the Love that belongs in their heart
For the Children© HW Hodgetts 2006 All right reserved