LYRIC FOR SALE

By William Peachey

They walk along a dead end street
led away from the path they seek
to a dream they so much need
for happiness that's out of reach.
Forgotten children can only weep.

Searching for their home to be
they rome the day and nobody sees
desperation and care they need
for happiness that's out of reach.
Forgotten children can only weep.

Nobody can hear their plea,
so who decides what they come to be?
Searching a future that will set them free,
and happiness that's out of reach.
Forgotten children can only weep.

As they walk along this dead end street
with each new day another shattererd dream
they'll never know just what it means
to live in a world of love and peace,
and as the days go on their innocense grows weak