little sarah jane ran away from home
fourteen and pregnent she was all alone
couldn't run from wrong, and was gonna be sent away
walkin' with her black and blue eyes full tears
the burden that she carries much to old for her years

looking at her face would confirm your worst fears
but instead she goes unnoticed
Sarah Jane another girl who is dying inside
you'd think that someone would stop
but we hide, to intent on completing our day
and she's left there to say

Chorus:
Do you hear me?
Can you see me?
Walking down the street watching you
You could help me
But your not looking
I bet you would if only you knew
You could make a difference
Do you hear me?
Can you see me?
Walking down the street needing you
I want to make it
How can I get there?
If you showed me that you cared, you know
You could make the difference

He's left to watch the world from the fifteenth floor
alone with the reminder, don't go out anymore
You know those boys are trouble here in our neighborhood
BUt you're my boy and you've got the chance to be something good
Still the call of the streets was too much to ignore
Now he's caught up in the game and can't find an open door
He's a good boy gone bad and he's trying to get out
But everybody's too afraid to hear what he's talking about
Marcus Brown, lives a life much too old for his age
If no one responds, he'll be words on a page
Another statistic cause no calls were made
To check on the boy who was missing from the fifth grade

chorus

bridge
Everywhere you turn there's hurting people passing by
Its such a shame that we could change a life but we don't try
To look outside out world and delve
Into the problems in this place
The children need an answer, and God needs your face

lisa:
Well I really want to know if you're feeling me
The situation is real to me
bonafide:
You got me feelin you under my skin
Like Stevie got me wandering blind, again and again
lisa:
Do you really have a heart for the least of these
And understand that we really need to teach to these
Or keep living in a world where death is a fact
Little kids asking, "why my daddy gotta die like that"
Don't want to send my kids to school when they feel they got
to pack the heat to survive the walk of the streets
Where young women aren't alive because they still believe the
lies and never recognize who God made them inside
God help us if we don't help them find their way
God help us if we don't change our living today
God help us if we hide in the corner and ignore the cries of the street,
Do you hear what they say?
God pleas help them make is through the day
God please send somebody to ease the pain
You know they need a way up out the game
I know you hear her God, her name is Sarah Jane