Maybe Today

I see you from a distance
As you wander through a crowd.
Maybe today.
Maybe today.

I know you wouldn't like it
If I screamed for you out loud.
Maybe today.
Maybe today.

It seems like you might feel me
As I softly call your name.
Maybe today.
Maybe today.

But then you get distracted
And you leave the way you came.
Not today.
Not today.

Sometimes I wish it'd leave me,
All this longing for your love.
Maybe today.
Maybe today.

But then each day I wake up
With a new hope from above.
Maybe today.
Maybe today.

See, loving you is worth it.
It is worth the daily pain.
Maybe today.
Maybe today.

Cause one day I know I'll hold you.
Hold you in my arms again.
Maybe today.
Maybe today.

The Cry is the Same

The cry of the child who is hungry,
Whose stomach is begging for bread,
Who reaches a hand to a stranger
But knows he will never be fed.
The cry of the child who is lonely,
Who lies all alone in his room,
Whose hopes for a better tomorrow
Have melted away into doom.
The cry is the same.

The cry isn't really from hunger,
Nor is it from fear of great harm.
Each child is missing their father.
They long to be wrapped in his arms.
Their cry is the same.
Their cry is the same.

The cry of the child who is beaten,
Who dreams he will one day know love,
But thinks that the life he is living,
Is proof there is no god above.
The cry of the child who is yelled at,
And told he should not have been born,
Who listens to each lengthy tirade
With eyes that look pained and forlorn.
The cry is the same.

The cry isn't really from sorrow,
Nor is it from lack of self-worth.
The cry is from children who don't know.
The God who created the earth.
Their cry is the same.
Their cry is the same.