They live in a world with no love.
They hang out with friends who will hang them.
They have no one else.
They watch television, but really see nothing.
They listen to music more than a single parent, teacher or preacher.
They pick up a ball, but never a book.
They dress in clothes they can’t afford to be wearing.
They stand on the corner of guns and drugs.
They slip into cars taking them to prison or graveyards.
They don’t know where they come from or where they’re going.
They are lost. But won’t ask for directions.
They need us like never before.
R. Lee Gordon
