Begging for food, loosing all hope.
Selling their bodies, to pay for their dope.
Some were abandoned, while others ran away.
Homeless children, surviving another day.

It's a hot summer day, clear blue sky.
While you are living, a child will die.
They think they are strong, but they are weak.
Hopes and dreams, are what they seek.

Ripping apart, my christmas bows.
Jack Frost bitting, their frozen toes.
Snug as a bug, in my home.
Walking the streets, they will roam.

Not many people, take the time to care.
Homeless and hungry, and often times scared.
They cannot trust the city, or even the state.
For homeless children, the street is there fate.

Each child has a face, their bodies are skin and bones.
They will ask you for food, they have no homes.
Many people see them, hoping they'll go away.
But the problem gets worse, day by day.