Where Will He Sleep Tonight

She's tucked in bed of floral white To mommy's hand, she holds on tight No hunger pangs disrupt her night In dreams she sees candied delight He finds a place out on the street He's scared of strangers that he'll meet A piece of bread has been his treat In dreams he sees his mother sweet The morning comes, a brand new day She hurries, for she can't delay There's time at school for work and play Her mom escorts her on the way He hears a noise which makes him wake It's cold; his body starts to shake How many coins will begging make? "Please help me, sir, for heaven's sake!" Why should she have more toys to keep? Why should he live in pain so deep? When day is done, each child will sleep In dreams she'll smile, while he will weep And as you read this little rhyme explain to me, what is the crime of that young boy who's doing time with heart of gold beneath the grime Is there no way to right this wrong? Will he get lost among the throng in quest for love, a smile, a song some food to make his body strong? If circumstance would turn around to make you sleep there on the ground your crying drowned by city sound would you not dream of being found? So while you're kneeling by her bed to plant your kisses on her head, Think of that boy who lives in dread and share your wealth, your home, your bread A child should live a life carefree and sleep in warm security So hear my plea, and let this be the day you change his destiny