The sneering faces glare at you
Inside the hearts are broken.
The pain of life will never show,
Their sorrows never spoken.
These children have been cast adrift,
Inside no love is flowing.
The pain of life is all they know
And bitterness is growing.
Can we see behind the mask,
The rejected child within,
That's trying to grow up as whole
In spite of the parents'sin?
What did they ever learn of love?
What is my obligation?
Is there some way I can reach out,
Will I risk humiliation?
They've known mostly rejection
So rejection's the way of life;
They pull it around like a shielding cloak,
I can't cut it with a knife.
Maybe a warming smile will help
get through to the shielded soul
That hides within the hardened heart
Wrapped in the deep black hole.
Maybe a warm invitation
"Come back, I like to see you"
Can somehow slip through the cracks
Where a message of care is new.
Maybe they will warm their hands
At the love that might repair
And get beneath protective armors,
To the hurting children there.
The message of a patient love
Is the only one I know
That will get through the shield of an empty heart
And cause that heart to grow.
To the world, you may just be somebody...but to somebody, you may be the world.