Monday's child is cold and alone Tuesday's child is too far from home Wednesday's child cries night and day Thursday's child can only pray Friday's child sleeps on the street at night Saturday's child lost the will to fight Sunday's child just wants to belong For all God's children, please hear this song A mother's cryin' A little child lay dying somewhere I wonder where he belongs A little girl's naked Dirty films they're making of them To them, it doesn't seem wrong A wanted poster Asking if you've seen their faces A father pleads from within It seems forever They said that things are gonna get better The same old feeling again It's a cryin' shame That no one's there to blame There's plenty of love to share To an empty heart somewhere So what are we gonna do? A broken heart in two So we fall to our knees and pray And hope for a better day Bring the children home Bring the children back home Bring the children home Bring the children back home I look at pictures Memories taken from days gone by And dreams of times yet to come A shadow in a mirror Reflections show anticipation The hardest moment to come It's a cryin' shame That no one's there to blame There's plenty of love to share To an empty heart somewhere So what are we gonna do? It breaks my heart in two To see it every day And no one's there to say Bring the children home Bring the children back home Bring the children home Bring the children back home Bring the children home Bring the children back home Bring the children home Bring the children back home Bring the children home Bring the children back home