The Forgotten Ones

Why can’t we talk about it? So much sadness It’s contagious Spreads like fire Affecting everyone And yet we ignore The forgotten ones Child’s on the street With no food to eat Mother crying Cause she just got beat Homeless man walking in bare feet And so we stand there Looking at the helpless Thinking to ourselves it’s not our problem It’ll go away on it’s own discretion What we forget is that could be us That could be your child That could your family That could be your friend That could be you That could be me It could be the end It could end If only we’d choose to make a difference Even for just one time Just take a stand