There’s a tale that I must tell Of a heart that I knew quite well. This heart dwelled within her chest And had given its very best.
Love and compassion had filled this heart But it was taken advantage of from the start. This love and compassion was given Freely to children in pain But to the adoption agencies It was just a game.
“ sell the child to the highest bidder” You work for us - we have no quitters! Take them for all the money that you can This is part of the company plan. And promise them what you must For in us they put their trust.
If they want a particular type of child Then they will have to wait a while. We can give them what they want If the price is right. But it will not be overnight.
If they just want a child, and there Is no preference to how it must be. We will fill the contract gladly.
We have black children, white children Oriental too. We’ll do what we must - to satisfy you.
Now her heart was overflowing And she knew where she was going. She went to the D C S where her case she would rest.
The Department of Children s Services was Already building a case, because Of so many civilian complaints. Now with the case pending Where to place them, the judge was rendering.
“ I will take them if I can, for I have more Than enough land. I have a ranch with more than enough rooms Give them to me it’s not too soon.
Do a background check, which I know you must For in the system I put my trust.
One month later, they was living under their roof For the courts had gotten the proof. She raised the children like her own And to the courts it was shown.
Now she can share her heart, and the children Can have a brand new start.