Little sarah jane ran away from home
  fourteen and pregnent she was all alone
  couldn't run from wrong, and was gonna be sent away
  walkin' with her black and blue eyes full tears
  the burden that she carries much to old for her years
  looking at her face would confirm your worst fears
  but instead she goes unnoticed
  Sarah Jane another girl who is dying inside
  you'd think that someone would stop
  but we hide, to intent on completing our day
  and she's left there to say
  
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  Do you hear me?
  Can you see me?
  Walking down the street watching you
  You could help me
  But your not looking
  I bet you would if only you knew
  You could make a difference
  Do you hear me?
  Can you see me?
  Walking down the street needing you
  I want to make it
  How can I get there?
  If you showed me that you cared, you know
  You could make the difference
  
  He's left to watch the world from the fifteenth floor
  alone with the reminder, don't go out anymore
  You know those boys are trouble here in our neighborhood
  BUt you're my boy and you've got the chance to be something good
  Still the call of the streets was too much to ignore
  Now he's caught up in the game and can't find an open door
  He's a good boy gone bad and he's trying to get out
  But everybody's too afraid to hear what he's talking about
  Marcus Brown, lives a life much too old for his age
  If no one responds, he'll be words on a page
  Another statistic cause no calls were made
  To check on the boy who was missing from the fifth grade
  
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  bridge
  Everywhere you turn there's hurting people passing by
  Its such a shame that we could change a life but we don't try
  To look outside out world and delve
  Into the problems in this place
  The children need an answer, and God needs your face
  
  lisa:
  Well I really want to know if you're feeling me
  The situation is real to me
  bonafide:
  You got me feelin you under my skin
  Like Stevie got me wandering blind, again and again
  lisa:
  Do you really have a heart for the least of these
  And understand that we really need to teach to these
  Or keep living in a world where death is a fact
  Little kids asking, "why my daddy gotta die like that"
  Don't want to send my kids to school when they feel they got
  to pack the heat to survive the walk of the streets
  Where young women aren't alive because they still believe the
  lies and never recognize who God made them inside
  God help us if we don't help them find their way
  God help us if we don't change our living today
  God help us if we hide in the corner and ignore the cries of the street,
  Do you hear what they say?
  God pleas help them make is through the day
  God please send somebody to ease the pain
  You know they need a way up out the game
  I know you hear her God, her name is Sarah Jane