Our dearest little ones with bright eyes and trusting heart
Should never be abused or ever be broken apart
Nor should these little ones in whom angels take delight
Know the pain and suffering that so often is their plight
Yet in this world of campaigning; protesting this or that
I wonder about the little ones; where are their voices at?
Who will hold their signs up and protest what is wrongly done
Child abuse is never ending and the battle is never won.
We're in need of a revolution, one that will stir the world inside
Making us more attentive to every child that has ever cried.
This world is run by people who speak boastfully of what they've done
But how many can say they've protected the rights of the little one?