A little boy went walking, down to the corner market.
To buy a loaf of bread, and an ice cream cone.
He never knew the danger, of talking to a stranger.
Now the boy can't find the way back home.
To many kids are missing, is anybody listening?
Won't you be the childrens eyes? They're all alone.
The hardest parts not knowing,
where they are or where they're going.
Won't you help the children find their way back home?
The faces on milk carton, thrown away and soon forgotten.
What if one of those sweet kids, was your very own?
Tonight those kids are weeping, while your's are safely sleeping.
Won't you help the children find their way back home?
To many kids are missing. Is anybody listening?
Won't you be the childrens eyes? Ther're all alone.
The hardest parts not knowing,
Where they are or where they're going.
Won't you help the children find their way back home?
WON'T YOU HELP THE CHILDREN FIND THEIR WAY BACK HOME?
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