The Way Back Home

A little girl was cryin

For her mama and her daddy

She couldn understand why they were gone

She never knew the danger

Of talking to a stranger

Now the girl can find her way back home

A little boy went walkin

Down to the corner market

To buy a loaf of bread and an ince cream cone

He never knew the dnager

Of talkin to a stranger

Now the boy can find the way back home

Too many kids are missin

Is anybody listening

Won you be the children eyes

They all alone

The hardest part not knowing

Where they are or where they going

Won you help the children find

The way back home

The faces on milk cartons

Thrown away and soon forgotten

What if one of those sweet kids

Was your very own

Tonight those kids are weeping

While yours are safely sleeping

Won you help the children find

The way back home

Too many kids are missin

Is anybody listening

Won you be the children eyes

They all alone

The hardest part not knowing

Where they are or where they going

Wont you help the children find

The way back home

Won you help the children find

The way back home