All the Stolen

I followed the stories about missing children and wrote this song, All the Stolen. I sang it for one of the moms I interviewed for The Mothers Project. She was overwhelmed by it. She said that mothers who lose their children to abduction are the ones who most understand the constant terror, fear and longing of the mothers like herself, who lost their babies to adoption.

I started singing it at places where I present The Mothers Project. Now that travel with a guitar is burdensome, I just sing it acappella. Works for me.

All the Stolen
©2002 Celeste Billhartz

I've been searching the midnight sky
I remember the years gone by
Kiss good night in your warm, cozy bed
Little curls on your dreamy-dream head

In the news, on TV, radio
Photograph, call your friends, they don't know
Little boy, little girl, daughter, son
Search the world for my own stolen one

I've been searching the midnight sky
I remember the years gone by
Kiss good night in your warm, cozy bed
Little curls on your dreamy-dream head

To the man or the woman out there
Keeping secrets ... it's time, now, you share
Tell the truth, bring your proof, bare your soul!
Peace will come when you empty the bowl

I've been searching the midnight sky
I remember the years gone by
Kiss good night in your warm, cozy bed
Little curls on your dreamy-dream head

A sweet college girl out for a run
Just a kid on a bike, having fun
All the stolen ... return them, you must!
Point the way to their faces ... or dust

I've been searching the midnight sky
I remember the years gone by
Kiss good night in your warm, cozy bed
Little curls on your dreamy-dream head