The Unloved

Oh, to dress me in a magic gown

That would soar me `round this land,

Where troubles store

And heartaches thrive

Then I might understand,

Why problems sadly are a feature

Where children just need love,

Why so many little prayers are sent

To a power up above.



When the milk of human kindness flows

I hope it will get spread

So many of those little souls

Can sleep happily in their bed.