Children of the world,
Look at what is written.
And, remember you’ll,
Never be forgotten.

All the homeless and lonely
Victims of life;
  I want to help you
Tell the world,
That mankind is not right.

You are so innocent,
And you’re not really alone.
You’re forced by us blind people,
You’re pushed from your homes.

I remember what it’s like
To be young.
And, I’m trying not to be
A foolish adult,
Who pretends to be blind.

I promise to myself
That I won’t pretend;
To ignore all the children
Who just need a hand.

And, it’s only us blind people
Who have the power to help.
If it were your child,
Or even yourself.

You’d be the first,
To scream and to cry.
And, you’d tell us adults
That children..... really do die.

Please think of
How lucky you are.
‘Cause if time had been,
Different when you were
A child;

You’d be the one scared;
A fighter running wild.
You’d be the first
To want people to give.

And, you’d be the one,
Trying hardest to live!


By Steve Collins