: About Me

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 s...