Children of America
In ghettos, in suburbs, and cities alike
They’re born and bred amidst the nights
They are
The children of America
Lights shining brightly left only to dim
Why have we abandoned them?
Violence. Abuse. Discrimination. They cope.
The children of America
Some think it taboo to speak of such things
Not me when they’re still wondering
Why me? My situation grim
The children of America
Daily they suffer in drums and heaps
Searching for love, acceptance to keep
Into the depths where they hide and fade
The children of America
Some do alright and fair just fine
Still many others are left behind
Blurs among faces within the masses
The children of America
They’re black and white, yellow and small
Round and thin, brown and tall
Looking for others to catch their fall
The children of America
Enough with this complaining and such
Be bold and proud to help them much
Hold their heads high. Walk in strength. Develop a sense of confidence.
The children of America
The time for action, for change is now
Take your places and take your bow
Helping them grow for the future calls
The children of America
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