Lyrics

CARING HANDS © 1998 Eugene “Bogene” Williams

On a cold night when the wind bites
She’s standing under the streetlights
Waiting to be picked up by any man
He pulls up to make his pick up
She enters and the door locks
I wonder what’s her dreams and future plans
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She’s someone’s baby should be home in bed
And it hurts so much to see it’s just so sad
Somebody’s daughter left alone to fend
I pray tonight that she is in God’s caring hands

On a cold night when the wind bites
In a jacket one size too tight
He’s begging mister can you spare some change
It’s a late night but it’s alright
Cause for him there are no school nights
As he dreams of a better life on his concrete bed
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He’s someone’s baby should be home in bed
And it hurts so much to see it’s just so sad
Somebody’s boy child left alone to fend
I pray tonight that he is in God’s caring hands
Bridge
Let’s be the silver lining to lives that are so grey
To realize their dreams of a brighter day
To keep the sun from setting on oh such tender lives
We all have a part to play
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They’re all our babies let’s reach out a hand
And give them solid ground on which to stand
Are we doing the best we can
To make sure that our babies are in caring hands
Are we doing the best we can
To make sure that our babies are in caring hands