I see the hurt in their eyes
And my heart cries
I see the lives that they live
And my heart cries.
You pass them each day as you go on your way
They're hurting inside and you turn away
Brick and Concrete, this is their home
Fighting and Gangs, this is their life
Sin and Dying, this they still fight
They are innocent children left all alone
And we are the only Jesus they see
Yet so many times we just walk away.
Will someone someday hear their faint cry?
Will someone someday be a friend who will care?
Will someone someday hold them in love?
Will that someone be me?
