Ignored and forgotten set aside without a voice
Does a beaten little child ever have a choice
Shivering and shaking, broken as can be
Imagine the kind of world this child is going to see
Never knowing kindness and crying out for love
Pushed away from the mother: always made fun of
What becomes of the child who grows up in such hate
Will there be any hope; what'll be the child's fate?
We pretend not to see it; and even close our eyes
Shut all the windows so we can't hear the cries
But there in our memory some day we'll recall
The sound of a child, helpless and so small.