Little eyes look up,
Up at you,
Begging you to release them,
From the work that holds them there.
The little eyes,
Are there all day,
Sometimes more than 10 hours,
Being overworked,
And underpaid.
The little eyes,
They make pennies,
Just enough for them,
But not really even that.
There seems to be no hope,
The little eyes see nothing but darkness,
They have no light in them,
There is no life.
There seems to be no chance for them,
No chance to escape,
To escape from the hell they reside in daily.
But then,
Oh then,
There is a ray of hope,
That has shined down upon the little eyes.
The cries of mothers,
And fathers,
And of others who care,
Who care about the little eyes,
And who want the little eyes to be free.
They are outside,
Fighting for the little eyes,
Fighting to give them a future,
Away from the hell they are in,
The hell of child labor.
These people are successful,
Oh,
Thank God,
And now the little eyes,
Can see the light,
And no longer be in hell.
