Street Children

On this cold winter’s night Only poor street children are in sight No blankets, no shoes How on earth will they make it through Besides their cold faces, Wet legs and muddy traces. They stand here all alone With no umbrella nor a phone. It’s such a sad sight To be out, on this cold night, You should be in bed all nice and tight Not wet and cold, with no one to hold. You are preciuos, were u ever told? Someone should know Just where do they go? For , it is a sin! For these poor street children. To be in plain sight On this cold, wet winters night.