In a lonely dark corner sat a little child,
No one didn't care that his mind was running wild.
With fright of the night or in the brightness of the day,
No one cared and no one showed this small one the way.
And this child is like our world to some degree,
Not helping each other, solely out of fear.
They may see us as weak or kind,
Instead of strong or what we have left behind.
But wait there's someone helping him up,
Thank heavens for the one who just filled his cup;
Surely this ones cup runneth over,
There's a smile seen on the child's face.
That makes a nice cover.
For the hurting heart that makes him cower,
Instead of standing proud and tall like a tower.
But a helpfull hand should always be,
For small and large such as he.
No one didn't care that his mind was running wild.
With fright of the night or in the brightness of the day,
No one cared and no one showed this small one the way.
And this child is like our world to some degree,
Not helping each other, solely out of fear.
They may see us as weak or kind,
Instead of strong or what we have left behind.
But wait there's someone helping him up,
Thank heavens for the one who just filled his cup;
Surely this ones cup runneth over,
There's a smile seen on the child's face.
That makes a nice cover.
For the hurting heart that makes him cower,
Instead of standing proud and tall like a tower.
But a helpfull hand should always be,
For small and large such as he.
