-All These Kids-

All these kids from all these broken homes,

all these kids that are out there that feel so alone.

 

They`re people like you and I,

they live and they die.

 

They look up to the sky,

and everynight I hear the same cry.

 

Will I ever not be so angry?

Will the sun ever come out for me to see?

Will I ever be freed from this pain?

Will this be something I learn to restrain?

 

Give me hope to live for,

give me love something I haven`t had before.

Give me a day that I want to be alive,

give me one that isn`t hard to survive.

 

There`s a little boy down the street,

with bloody hands and bloody feet.

 

His father hit him every day,

until one night he left his house because he couldn`t stay.

 

Now he`s on the streets with no place to go,

tell me this world isn`t sinking to a new low.

 

Now everynight he looks up to the sky,

and everynight I hear the same cry.

 

Will I ever not be so angry?

Will the sun ever come out for me to see?

Will I ever be freed from this pain?

Will this be something I learn to restrain?

 

Give me hope to live for,

give me love something I haven`t had before.

Give me a day that I want to be alive,

give me one that isn`t hard to survive.

 

There`s a girl that thought she was in love,

so she did something she`s no longer proud of.

 

She thought that boy was the one,

now all she has to show for it is a two year old son.

 

She`s only sixteen years of age she never thought he`d walk away,

that boy never planned to stay.

 

Now she`s doin` drugs,

because it all went wrong there was no love.

 

Now everynight she looks up to the sky,

and everynight I hear the same cry.

 

Will I ever not be so angry?

Will the sun ever come out for me to see?

Will I ever be freed from this pain?

Will this be something I learn to restrain.

 

Give me hope to live for,

give me love something I haven`t had before.

Give me a day that I want to be alive,

give me one that isn`t hard to survive.

 

All these kids from all these broken homes,

all these kids that are out there that feel so alone.

 

They`re people like you and I,

they live and they die.

 

They look up to the sky,

and everynight I hear the same cry.

 

Written by Emilie Renee