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He runs through the streets all alone
No coat around his little arms
Hair a mess with a dirty face

She stops and stares, then looks away
She heads to work just the same
Not wanting to get involved
Sure someone else will make that call

He runs through the streets all alone
No one to hold his little hand
He darts across that busy street
Somehow he makes to the other side

You look up for your paper as he rushes past
You see that bruise there on his face
You feel your heart skip a beat
Who could harm a kid so sweet
Shaking your head you pick up the classified
Not wanting to get involved
Your sure someone else will make that call

He runs through the streets all alone
Nothing to fill his little stomach
He slips into the store
He grabs and apple
Then makes for the front door

The clerk looks up as he runs out
She lets him leave and starts to cry
Thinking of her own little boy
Not wanting to get involved
She is certain that someone else will make that call

He runs through the streets all alone
His little feet start to slow, he see the door
He knows he late, he's afraid
The porch lights on that's not good
He prays please let him be asleep

She looks out the store window
Wondering where he is today
She has told herself that todays the day
She's the one to make that call
Now she prays that it's not to late

He runs through the streets all alone
No one there to hold his little hand

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