Cast Out Child
Little kid in ragged clothes,
Uncombed hair and snotty nose,
Love does not come to rest,
Near the heart of God's blest.
No bed to lay a tired little head,
Feet so blistered and turning blood red.
Tummy gnawing nothing to eat,
Cold and tired yet no place to sleep.
Where is mommy, where is my dad?
Poor little child, treated so bad.
Left on a side street, in a dense fog,
Cast away like an unwanted dog.
No one to turn to, no one to care,
Mommy and daddy why aren’t you there?
Choosing a cracked sidewalk for a bed,
Come morning light the small child is dead.
January 28, 2004©
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" Sweet Child"
The Music Of M. C. Shelly
Written, Arranged and
Performed By: M. C. Shelly©
Used With Permission