I cry for parents who’re so busy br They never have any time to play br I cry for children whose childhood were br Suppressed or spoilt or stolen away br br I sob for girls who become mothers br Long before they are really ready br I wail for boys who become fathers br Long before they can keep things steady br br I shed tears for that sad little girl br Who doesn’t know the warmth of mother’s love br I howl and I bawl for that mad boy br Whose lone father is the One above br br My eyes bleed for the indignity br God rescue us from insanity!br br howard simonbr br