These children grab my hand They treat my as a sister, as a friend.
Any chance they get they'll scream hi It's a simple word
And yet just as powerful as goodbye.
They're in awe we live in this village
Walking through the streets I feel their care When they grab my hand and kiss my cheek I feel their care.
The eagerness they share is rare And i've never experienced anything quite like it.
But deep down I know the root And the root is neglect.
They suffer from hunger and most of all love. Anything to get a hoot
If that's what it will take for us to pay attention.
Little do they know, that's all I do.
I'd do anything to make them feel tall To rise from their circumstance
To have a full belly, at last. I will take the chance
But my efforts are in vain.
I pray God can deliver them Protect them from the pain.