Cries for Love

Stop...
Listen...
Can you hear,
the sound of the tears,
shed by broken hearts?
Come with me,
I'll help you see,
the silent cries for love.

Let's walk down a busy street,
not really sure of who we will meet.
See in that alley, the little body,
of someone who has ran away from home.
Leaving behind all that is familiar,
to live on the street where drugs, rape & other dangers abound.
Can you imagine they run to someplace safer?
You can see that little body shaking in the cold,
but can you hear their silent cries for love?

Walk a little further, to a different part of town,
and you'll notice all the houses are small and the same.
Into the government housing area, we have come,
and you'll see the children playing around.
Yet beneath the temporary smiles on their face,
you'll find the fears of lies embraced.
Parents in jail, addicted to drugs or abusive,
the truth in their lives is very elusive.
For society tels them that they can succeed,
if they work hard enough to overcome their place.
Yet those that do are pushed right back down,
by the structures of racism, which are still around.
Told they aren't good enough, lazy, or misled,
we wonder why they turn to violence instead.
Those kids in the margin, you can see their pain,
but can you hear their silent cries for love?

One more place to visit,
I hope you will hear
the resounding cries for love filling the air.

We walk much further,
out of the city and across the way.
We come to an area,
where the houses aren't all the same.
Yet they are big and with three car garages,
you'll find more wealth than you would normally imagine.
The kids are in school wearing the newest fad,
carrying ipods, cell phones, or newest gadgets.
All seems good,
who could ask for more?
But below the surface,
you will find something more.
Parents so caught up in their work,
their kids don't get their time.
Tremendous pressure to succeed,
for that proves their worth.
Fear of making a mistake,
and disappointing their parents.
Being set-up for failure, because all they do,
is strive to be perfect, which no one can do.
All the things they own, the money they have,
cannot fill the emptiness the kids feel inside.
The pressure and stress beat down upon their bodies,
can you hear their silent cries for love?

The journey has ended,
I hope you were able to see,
the cries of the kids,
crying out, "Love me."
kids are being abandoned by society's values,
who see them as profits instead of humans.

Who will step in,
to hear and fill the need,
of the world's children,
who's hearts are crying, "Love me."