There's a boy who plays down in the coal yard
His mother just got her divorce
And every day he goes a little hungry
And takes it as a matter of course

Tho' he's never really known a daddy
He's never had too many toys
He believes in a heart filled with hope
Somewhere there's a glimmer of joy

And often I have pondered the question
In my own way I am but one
Why must the bеautiful children
Pay for what we have donе?

And if anything was ever said or written
That I hold in my heart to be true
It is suffer little children, come unto me
You will all be rewarded and loved
In the Kingdom with me

Theres a girl who plays down in the ghetto
They come and put her brother back in jail
And every day you see her on the sidewalks
Waitin' on his love in the mail
And tho' she kinda' likes the social worker
And the Foster family really doesn't mind
'Cause she believes in a heart filled with hope
Someone will come forward and be kind

And often I have pondered the question
Lord in my own way I am but one
Why must the beautiful children
Pay for what we have done?

And if anything was ever said or written
That I hold in my heart to be true
It is suffer little children to come unto me
You will all be rewarded and loved
In the Kingdom with me
In the Kingdom with me