Child with cinnamon hair

Teenage mother
Crying over lost life
Body gone bad
Ruined reputation
Never gave her baby a chance in life
She never loved him
Waited till he told he loved mommy
Then coldly left him
It was his time to taste a world

Child with cinnamon hair
Tears in his baby blue eyes
Reaching his little hand
Hoping someone stops
Child with cinnamon hair
Hopes to find someone
Someone who cares
Someone to love him

Lonely in
Reality and bigot streets
Walking thru life
In too small baby shoes
All the big people pretend not to see
They keep walking by
No one ever stops or says hello
Cruelty of world is
Is rising above his little heart

Child with cinnamon hair
Tears in his baby blue eyes
Reaching his little hand
Hoping someone stops
Child with cinnamon hair
Hopes to find someone
Someone who cares
Someone to love

Child with cinnamon hair
Tears in his baby blue eyes
Reaching his little hand
Hoping someone stops
Child with cinnamon hair
Hopes to find someone