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They, the Children


They start so young with these situations Always the good child with no complication But little do people know and little do people see This child is just so lonely All by their lonesome they sit and cry Yet the parents do nothing as the days go by Oh, because work is more important, they all say Their child has toys to play with anyway But how long will it take before the toys aren't enough? How long until you notice your child has too much stuff? When all they ever needed was just your love No child should have to face neglection No child should have to wait for their parent’s affection To them, their love knows no bounds. But there is no point in having it if there is no one around But what is a child without their parent's care? Just an empty shell with no warmth and so bare? Without guidance they have nothing to live for They grow up bitter and sometimes rotten to the core Lashing out for what they do not have These children will seek attention, in any way they know they can It's only a matter of time, until you lose the child you once had Neglecting a child today can only bring suffering to the future Forget the money, forget the job, and bring your family closer The journey to a child’s happiness is worth the adventure
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