A little girl was cryin'
for her mama and her daddy.
She couldn't understand why they were gone.
She never knew the danger,
of talking to a stranger.
Now the girl can't find her way back home.

A little boy went walkin',
down to the corner market.
To buy a loaf of bread and an ice cream cone.
He never knew the danger,
of talkin' to a stranger.
Now the boy can't find the way back home.

Too many kids are missin',
is anybody listening ?
Won't you be the children's eyes,
they're all alone.
The hardest part's not knowing,
where they are or where they'regoing.
Won't you help the children find,
the way back home.

The faces on milk cartons,
thrown away and soon forgotten.
What if one of those sweet kids,
was your very own.

Tonight those kids are weeping,
while yours are safely sleeping.
Won't you help the children find,
the way back home.

Too many kids are missin',
is anybody listening ?
Won't you be the children's eyes,
they're all alone.
The hardest part's not knowing,
where they are or where they'regoing.
Won't you help the children find,
the way back home.

Won't you help the children find,
the way back home.