some have it good with mansions and all
some have it rough just lying on the ground
sleeping like a rat, no roof, no beds, no flat
why is life like that, why is waking up so hard
some are in the streets begging for mercy
that you can throw them a small change or a penny
where is justice, where is hope, where is change
so far in between, so many moons, so many sunrises
where there is no light, always darkness, always sighs
what could have been, where could have been
so many lives in limbo, so many lives without love
without mercy, without compassion, without empathy
so much suffering without stop, without an end
not unless our prayers will be heard that one day
God will be there for them in our own person
extending help, changing their lives forever
let's do it...
