The little ones grip my heart
Yeah my job is dangerous; my heart gets pierced

A little dirty faced girl in a sundress; it’s winter
Three in the morning; Mom and Dad fighting; again
She spied me watching her; grinning from ear to ear
She slid off the couch and ran right up
A small stretched out hand cradled an oatmeal cookie
Her lonely eyes danced; she wanted to share
Who Cares?

Mom’s gone I’m watching my little sister
I’m Seven; moms gonna bring me some candy home
Mom where ya been? Are you sick again?
Sissy was hungry; I gave her some bread and jelly
I sure do love you mom; you’re the best; I’m your little man!
Who Cares?

A scabbed up little freckled face boy played in the dirt
How did he get so banged up? Fell or knocked down?
I sensed fear and love in those big blue eyes
You like my bike? ; My dad found it; he’s in jail
Hey Mr. cop you got two quarters for a pop? Its so hot
Who Cares?

I daydream; I pick em up; take em home
Let em sleep in a warm bed without bugs
Let em taste a kitchen table full of food
I explain to mom and dad what treasures they own
You want em? ; They’re meaner than a snake
See that cop? He’s gonna get you! ; You better hide
Who Cares?

Hot summer night; 12:30 a.m., child left alone
18 month old baby boy; on a couch; in the dark; by a fan
Mom had to party; she left cheese and water on the table
He held me tight, screaming when human services took him away
Alone I sat inside a police car; badge; gun; bullet proof vest
With no protection for my heart: I wept!
Who Cares?