Out Of Eden

Out Of Eden - Sarah Jones

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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


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 dead cause no calls were made

To check on the boy who was missing from the fifth grade



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


Well I really want to know if you're feeling me

The situation is real to me


You got me feelin you under my skin

Like Stevie got me wandering blind, again and again


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

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