Monday's child is cold and alone
Tuesday's child is too far from home
Wednesday's child cries night and day
Thursday's child can only pray
Friday's child sleeps on the street at night
Saturday's child lost the will to fight
Sunday's child just wants to belong
For all God's children, please hear this song
A mother's cryin'
A little child lay dying somewhere
I wonder where he belongs
A little girl's naked
Dirty films they're making of them
To them, it doesn't seem wrong
A wanted poster
Asking if you've seen their faces
A father pleads from within
It seems forever
They said that things are gonna get better
The same old feeling again
It's a cryin' shame
That no one's there to blame
There's plenty of love to share
To an empty heart somewhere
So what are we gonna do?
A broken heart in two
So we fall to our knees and pray
And hope for a better day
Bring the children home
Bring the children back home
Bring the children home
Bring the children back home
I look at pictures
Memories taken from days gone by
And dreams of times yet to come
A shadow in a mirror
Reflections show anticipation
The hardest moment to come
It's a cryin' shame
That no one's there to blame
There's plenty of love to share
To an empty heart somewhere
So what are we gonna do?
It breaks my heart in two
To see it every day
And no one's there to say
Bring the children home
Bring the children back home
Bring the children home
Bring the children back home
Bring the children home
Bring the children back home
Bring the children home
Bring the children back home
Bring the children home
Bring the children back home
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