The Missing
Where are all the children?
Who has stolen them away?
Where are all the children?
We use to hear them all at play.
Where are all the children?
With their games of hide-n-seek
Where are all the children?
Who use to play upon the street
There was stick-ball and hop-scotch
Jumping rope or on the run,
Echoes of our children's play
All sounds of street-filled fun.
Oh, I miss the children's laughter
As they frolicked on the street.
How they hated to stop playing
When Mom called them home to eat
You cannot find them anywhere
They're locked inside their home
They've given up street-playing
They're inside-and all alone.
Where are all the children?
Who played on the street each day
The children all are missing
Technology has stolen them away.
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