作曲 : Vince Gill
 作词 : Vince Gill
A little girl was cryin
For her mama and her daddy
She couldn understand why they were gone
She never knew the danger
Of talking to a stranger
Now the girl can find her way back home
A little boy went walkin
Down to the corner market
To buy a loaf of bread and an ince cream cone
He never knew the dnager
Of talkin to a stranger
Now the boy can find the way back home
Too many kids are missin
Is anybody listening
Won you be the children eyes
They all alone
The hardest part not knowing
Where they are or where they going
Won you help the children find
The way back home
The faces on milk cartons
Thrown away and soon forgotten
What if one of those sweet kids
Was your very own
Tonight those kids are weeping
While yours are safely sleeping
Won you help the children find
The way back home
Too many kids are missin
Is anybody listening
Won you be the children eyes
They all alone
The hardest part not knowing
Where they are or where they going
Wont you help the children find
The way back home
Won you help the children find
The way back home