These are the lyrics to a song I wrote in the olden days. Its is about children in the Great Depression. Enjoy!
How does it feel,
When your kids are hungry
When they’re sad
And you can’t help at all
Little huts are going up in Hooverville
We with there would be no need
The shantytowns all around us
Filled with the poor
Kids cry and birds stop singing
You are trying to stop them
The happy things in life
Are hard to imagine, if things were normal, once again
Chores were to be done
Children couldn’t play
Just for fun
Cooking and cleaning were number one
Kids cry and birds stop singing
You are trying to stop them
The happy things in life
Are hard to imagine, if things were normal, once again
We think of one thing, the children
And how they feel
How we put them through this
I think of the poor, poor children
The world is struggling ..
And you feel helpless
Like there’s seems to be no real way to survive
That’s how I feel, this is how we feel.
Just thinking of the children working
Playing never so often
The world has changed
It’s never gonna be the same
Everything is now harder for us
Jobs aren’t busy
Women working
Men at home all day
Kids cry and birds stop singing
You are trying to stop them
The happy things in life
Are hard to imagine, if things were normal, once again
This is how it (quietly)
This is how it
This is how it feels (loudly)
For the world and our children
Kids are crying,
can you hear them today..
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