A little child is huddled in the corner
He is crying in the night
All he knows in spite of what they tell him
Everything is not alright
There's a war raging outside his window
There's a war raging inside his head
So he prays for what every child should have
To be warm, and safe, and sleeping in his own bed
Let it rain, let it fall, let your kingdom come
Let your kingdom come
There's a mother begging change down on
Broadway but the world just keeps pa**ing by