When children cry day and night
Raising themselves all alone
Not old enough to know what’s right
Having to live life as if grown
Mommy and daddy out of sight
Hearts become as if made of stone
How can you say these are bad kids,
Living on what they were left with?
It’s like addiction has control
Not just the addict’s life style
But the child pays a high price
Their hearts raked over like coals
Never getting life as a child
Like they were born a sacrifice
No time to think about goals
Controlling anger is a trial
Need someone else to take control
And let this person be a child
And fill all the hearts holes
And walk with them a few miles