We do need to remember and help the forgotten children in our world!
A song written by Louis Amade and Gilbert Bécaud.
I translated it below for you.
The Forgotten Children
The forgotten children hang about in the streets
Silently and haphazardly
They are cold, they are hungry, they are scantily dressed
And their eyes are glazed
Like a flock of poor sparrows
They sleep in the gutters
Huddled up in the winter wind
In their moth-eaten pullovers
Theirs is an innocent love and the love they receive
Is made up of feeble, velvety words
Their palace is a whole universe
In the vast, draughty cities
The forgotten children hang about in the streets
Just like little old people
They are cold, they are hungry, they are scantily dressed
But they are God’s children
Yes, they are the Dear Lord’s children