In all the years I've lived upon this earth
Some things I can not brush aside~
Never could I and never would I
Understand the lack of some folks love and pride~
I watch the news and here again I see
Some person has hurt and killed a child~
My heart races so and every time
I feel anything but mild~
Our precious little children
Sometimes I think where's the responsibility~
When some not well souls courses them harm
Because of a depraved mentality~
A gardener knows he has no choice
But to rid his garden of the weeds~
And yet in our life's garden
We've got so many in amongst life's reeds~
I am the most compassionate man
But I have no toleration for one~
Who has deliberately hurt a little child
And feels not guilty for what he's gone and done~
The one I speak about was on the news
But out there one could find so many~
That are not amongst the most loving souls
Hearts of care and love for children they have not any~
A little child is born and thinks the world
Is such a wondrous place~
And it curdles my blood to even think
The last thing that child saw was his face~
I don't think I'm over acting here
I know I feel such pain~
When hear of a little child
Being treated this way again~
Every time something like this happens
I feel within so badly~
And how I feel for all those left behind
And how I myself for them feel so sadly~
But I simply feel that something real
Must be more so brought to mind~
That all our little children on this earth
Must be more so protected all and every time~