Corridors Of Shame

Take my hand and walk with me,
through the corridors of shame.
See the untold horrors,
of misery and pain.
Hungry, frightened children,
cramped five to a tiny bed.
Haunted eyes that see nothing,
of what may lay ahead.

-- Chorus

See the tiny faces,
eyes so full of pain.
All along the stark,
corridors of shame.
Tell me, oh! Please tell me,
Do I really have a name?
Or was I born to live and die,
in corridors of shame?

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No one really wants them,
to the world, they are not there.
They don't exist, have no names,
in the corridors of shame.
There's no one there to hold them,
or hear them when they cry.
No one really has a care,
if they live or die.

-- Chorus --

For them there is no Christmas,
no way of playing games.
All they do is stare at walls,
of the corridors of shame.
So let's all sing together,
to give these kids their names, and
take them all within our hearts,
from corridors of shame.

--  Chorus --