There's a child in a window crying, looking for a family to love him.
No mother or father, he's trying to understand why they shove him out of their lives.
He's just another victim, and the saddest part of it all, he never had a choice.
His heart screams for a little attention, but nobody hears his voice.
He's just one of many, whizzing for a dream.
God bless the child who has his own.
We pray for the ones who grow up home, a broken home.
There's nothing worse, always remember to put your family first.
There's a mother looking out her window, crying for her long lost son.
For many years she's been trying to revert the damage done, of letting him go.
Making him a victim, and the saddest part about it all, she never had a choice.
Her parents made the decision that no one would hear her voice.
Now her son is so far away, and she feels every day.
Well God bless the child who has his own.
We pray for the ones who grow up home, a broken home.
There's nothing worse, always remember to put your family first.
There's a family outside your window, who lost all of their wealth.
Ain't got anywhere to go, they're looking for a little help.
Well it's hard to raise a family, and every day they go home.
God bless the child who has his own.
We pray for the ones who grow up home, a broken home.
There's nothing worse, always remember to put your family first.
God bless the child who has his own.
We pray for the ones who grow up home, a broken home.
There's nothing worse, always remember to put your family first.
