Who cares about the sleepless nights?
Too afraid to dim the lights.
A babe who hears his parents row,
The child who lives with grandma now?
Who cares about the stroppy teen?
Troubled by the things they’ve seen,
Out at midnight in the park,
Meeting those out after dark?
Who cares about the local yob?
As theft becomes a full time job,
With the man she has to pay,
Wishing there was another way?
Who cares about the local bum?
Who dared to dream life could be fun,
Sick embedded down his shirt,
Takes more pills to numb the hurt?
Who cares about the women dead?
A dozen bullets in her head.
Who stops and weeps for the pain,
Of a victim with no name?