So sad to see the child who cries

For want of love from folks who’d care

Traversing life, no family ties

No guiding hand, no joy to share

There’s no place safe from enemies

No place to go when times get tough

No family fun, no memories

Their childhood’s simply not enough

Where do they turn when life burns out?

Who’ll give advice when things get tight?

Who’ll show them how to work it out...

And buoy morale to make things right?

They long examine and survey

What (in their dreams) there might have been

If they’d been born a different day

Their world might be a different scene

They strive to find a love complete

A warm embrace to soothe their grief

They need to find that soul heart-beat

That fills the void in their belief

When love’s not there they must convert

Two sticks to humbly take its place

One stick, to chivvy and assert

And one to lend support and grace

For this is how the lone survive

There’s nothing there to break a fall

Their own defence they must contrive

And be their own kin one and all.

So...

Understand the one who cries

For want of love and folks who care

Consider what you'd realise

If those you love had not been there.