everywhere I look my lord
the children are in need,
there must be something we can do
perhaps I ought to lead.

their hearts you know are broken
as we listen to their sigh,
the worker tells them it's all right
when the child begins to cry.

they place him in another home
and tell him they'll be back,
they promise to come visit
before he has to pack.

my lord, please tell all the children
that we're trying hard each day,
to stand up for our little ones
and find a better way.

the hours turn to days
and the days turn into years,
the child isn't home yet
but they tell him not to fear.

your parents are still trying
at least that's what they heard,
now be sure to get your grades up
and no fighting or bad words.

by now he must be asking
doesn't anyone still care,
they tell him he's a gift from god
and life just isn't fair.

the anger builds inside him
until he finally sees,
that if he breaks another window
they're bound to set him free.

the freedom doesn't last long
a wish to see the stars,
but it's going to be quite difficult
behind those metal bars.

my lord, please tell all the children
that we're trying hard each day,
to stand up for our little ones
and find a better way.

Credits: Melissa A. Boisen