Silently we here the whimpers in the wind,
little voices crying out for help from within.
How can you not love then, so innocent, so pure,
Crying out for tenderness through pain and through fear.
Hear the children crying softly in the night,
So alone, so afraid, who can they trust to hold them tight.
Abused, neglected, unprotected, rejected,
All the little lives that's being affected.
The children are put here to carry on in this world,
Cherish them, and love them as though they were pearls.
As we depart from our homes in early morning,
Say a prayer for the children who just sat and mourned.
They pray for the day when they will be free,
Of the pain and aggression, their eyes encounter and see.
How can one help the small souls in distress?
Through God and through prayer, and hope for arrest.