All you people sitting up high,
wondering what poor person to make cry.
I give you a goal for this life,
to try to understand our strife.
It can't hurt to walk in our shoes,
or to see the house and people we lose,
because we cant provide for them,
or have many gifts to send,
So see our lives, like you haven't before,
and see why we're all poor.
It's not because we dont try,
it's because people like you hate us.
And all I ask is why?
