Cry for Help

Dark is the day, when your hungry, crying out for your mother who has just been slain

Barefeet, dirty, clothing torn and tattered, nothing around, only dirt floors, cracked feet, nothing mattered

Hide don't come out, if you do they might buy you taint you and sell you for the next gain

A country rich in the embassy but poor on the streets, the smaller cities lay remains

Hope is arriving by helicopter, by plane, by the ministeries that help save the hungry children on the street

Stop this violence, stop this pain, give our children a life devine, an education, a home, a family, make them complete

Defeat this evil, this crime, this ugliness, this horror that continues, let God know we care and this will be the last cry for help