Making choices,
it's all about letting people hear lost voices
they hear about the hurt, fear, and the pain,
they listen to people for who it always rains,
it's here to open eyes,
for the many of people who need to realise
society is being torn down,
when everyday we bury another child in the ground.
For every child that dies,
a sad mother cries,
for every child that is killed,
there is a gap in society that needs to be filled,
for every father that is locked away,
there is a child out there lost on his way,
for every mother locked up in jail,
there is one more child more likely to fail.
When will we open our eyes?
When will our heart open to those cries?
When will we put our pain aside,
and teach our children they must walk with pride?
When will we realize, what we do today lives on
in our children tomorrow,
the wrong choices we make cause our children sorrow,
the children, we must live for them,
because the future for our children looks very dim.
Today, a new day has begun again,
we can make our stand or let it all end,
we can let our future vanish away,
and to our graves we climb in to lay,
we can forget what we need to do,
and go on with life acting like fools,
bt I must ask, what will that do?
When it's your child who is missing you?
good, bad, right, wrong,
we go up or go down, stay weak or grow strong,
but in the end, we all make choices,
but does anyone hear your lost voice?
John Searles
#R14717
PO Box 112 - Stateville
Joliet, IL, 60434