Genre: Afro-Soul Gospel / Inspirational Afrobeat
Oh, mama, can you hear them?
Oh, papa, can you hear them?
Little voices crying in the darkness,
Little hearts are breaking in silence.
Who hears the cries when the children call?
Who wipes their tears when they stumble and fall?
Who gives them hope when the world turns cold?
Who saves their dreams when they're bought and sold?
I see a little boy by the roadside,
Watching other children with tears in his eyes.
His stomach is empty, his feet are bare,
He looks at the heavens, but nobody cares.
His father is gone, his mother is weak,
He's got so much to say, but he's too young to speak.
He carries his pain like a heavy stone,
Surrounded by people, yet standing alone.
He doesn't need a mansion, he doesn't need gold,
Just a loving hand when the night gets cold.
A little education, a place to sleep,
Someone who will love him and promises to keep.
Tell me, who will stand when the strong walk away?
Who will give these children a brighter day?
Who hears the cries when the children call?
Who lifts them up when they stumble and fall?
Mama, hear them! Papa, hear them!
Can you hear those little voices calling?
Who sees the tears that they hide inside?
Who stands with them when nobody's by their side?
Oh, somebody, somebody, answer the call!
These are our children, they belong to us all.
I see a little girl with a broken dream,
Life is not as beautiful as it used to seem.
She wants to go to school, she wants to learn,
But the road to tomorrow is a bridge she can't turn.
Somebody says she's too young to know,
But she's carrying burdens that make grown people low.
She needs protection, she needs a chance,
Not a life of fear, not a hopeless circumstance.
Why do we build houses but leave children outside?
Why do we celebrate while their hunger won't subside?
Why do we talk of progress, why do we boast of wealth,
When little ones are suffering, crying for help?
A child is not a burden, a child is not a crime,
Every child deserves a future, every child deserves time.
If we want a better world, let the truth be told:
The love we give our children is worth more than gold.
Who hears the cries when the children call?
Who lifts them up when they stumble and fall?
Mama, hear them! Papa, hear them!
Can you hear those little voices calling?
Who sees the tears that they hide inside?
Who stands with them when nobody's by their side?
Oh, somebody, somebody, answer the call!
These are our children, they belong to us all.
Some children cry because their parents fight,
Some cry alone in the middle of the night.
Some are abused, some are forced to roam,
Some have never known the meaning of home.
Some have lost their parents to sickness and war,
Some are begging for bread outside your door.
Some live with disabilities, some learn differently,
Yet every child deserves love and dignity.
Don't judge a child by the clothes they wear,
Don't close your heart when you see their despair.
The child you ignore today on the street
May become the voice that makes tomorrow complete.
Let the teachers teach them, let the mothers care,
Let the fathers protect them, let the leaders be fair.
Let the churches open, let communities rise,
Let us stop pretending we don't hear their cries.
Lead: Who hears the children when they cry?
Response: Nobody but you!
Lead: Who gives them hope when their dreams run dry?
Response: Nobody but you!
Lead: Who stands for the weak when the strong pass by?
Response: Nobody but you!
Lead: Who will protect them and teach them to fly?
Response: Nobody but you!
Lead: Is it only the government?
Response: No, not alone!
Lead: Is it only the parents?
Response: We all have a role!
Lead: If we love our children, what must we do?
Response: Give them love and see them through!
One day that boy may become a doctor,
One day that girl may become a teacher.
The child you rescue may rescue a nation,
The love you give may start a generation.
Don't wait for tomorrow to show that you care,
A little kindness can take away despair.
A plate of food, a listening ear,
A safe place to stay when the road is unclear.
Let no child believe they were born without worth,
Every child is a blessing upon this earth.
Give them the courage to rise when they fall,
Let them know they're loved, one and all.
If you hear a child crying tonight,
Don't turn your back; help them find the light.
Be the hand that helps, be the voice that calls,
Be the one who catches them before they fall.
Who hears the cries when the children call?
Who lifts them up when they stumble and fall?
Mama, hear them! Papa, hear them!
Oh, the whole wide world must hear them!
Who sees the tears that they hide inside?
Who stands with them when nobody's by their side?
Somebody, somebody, answer the call!
These are our children, they belong to us all.