I never did anything wrong,
but every night I face the angry beast of my belly.
We fight for hours and hours and hours,
Until I finally cave in,
Momma can't find a job,
And I don't know what a "Dad" is.
So I face my starving belly each night,
Alone and with a tear on my cheek.
I want someone to help me,
To offer me a hand.
Even just a sandwich,
Would give me hope to stand.