• Across the world every day
    People while their lives away
    Without a proper part to play
    Life goes on around them
    Worries and whines in every head
    Thinking of themselves instead
    Those in need have been left for dead
    No help ever found them
    Everywhere are people crying
    People lonely, scared and dying
    And those who see no point in trying
    They'll be forgotten when they're gone
    The cut is deep, the flesh is torn
    And still another child is born
    There'll always be another morn
    And life will carry on