SOMETHING CAN BE DONE

I saw that little boy again 

On my way home from work

Wearing ripped-up jeans

And a too small Raiders shirt

He never looks up from the sidewalk

I've never seen him smile

He can’t be more than five

Where’s the Mother of that child

I called the station twice last week

And got the run-around

“No one’s reported that kid lost

So he surely can’t need found..

His parents are somewhere

I’m sure he’s not alone..

Mind your business mister

Forget him and go home”

~~~*Chorus*~~~

I see them everywhere

They travel through my dreams

With hungry haunted eyes

Full of desperate pleas

So many children helpless

Scared and all alone

A roof over their heads

But no place they can call home

Can’t anybody hear them crying

I know I’m not alone

The more hearts that come together

The faster something can be done

Something can be done

That’s why we’re here

Not to shut our eyes

Not to plug our ears

We may have to help them

One by one

Tear down the walls

Something can be done

~~*~~

She was selling their food for drugs

Behind the local bar

With three little faces pressed

Against the window of her car

When our eyes met through the darkness

She dared me to interfere

I shined my lights on her license plates

And put my phone up to my ear

When I told the officer what went down

He groaned on the other end

Said “Come on down to the station

I am here for you my friend”

I could feel the tears free-falling

I thanked God for an answer sent

Knowing today, in some small way,

There may be help for them

~~~*Chorus*~~~

I see them everywhere

They travel through my dreams

With hungry haunted eyes

Full of desperate pleas

So many children helpless

Scared and all alone

A roof over their heads

But no place they can call home

Can’t anybody hear them crying

I know I’m not alone

The more hearts that come together

The faster something can be done

Something can be done

That’s why we’re here

Not to shut our eyes

Not to plug our ears

We may have to help them

One by one

Tear down the walls

Something can be done

~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com

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