The Cry's Of  Innocent Little Children

I hear the fearful sounds,
The one's I've heard before,
Yes the cry's of  innocent children,
Beating viciously at the door.
Their screaming little voice,
We hear it loud and clear,
We run to help them from the danger
And wipe away their tears.
Who else will they turn to,
If we should turn them away,
Who will help them love again,
And live their life each day.
Who could hurt this child,
This tiny piece of art,
That have given so much joy to us,
And filled the darkness in our heart.
The cry's of innocent children,
Hurt from bruises deep within,
The scars they carry in their hearts,
To tell, they don't know where to begin.
We have to help their spirits,
Show them that yes someone really cares,
Hold them and protect them always,
Let them know as we wipe away their tears.
 How dear they hurt a child,
If I could be their only way,
I'd be their to love and protect them,
Every minute of everyday.