Many times we get hurt my words
Wether we be diffrent or just nerds
We carry much sadness and pain
To what extent will we ever gain
We often thank we are alone
And often we complain with a groan
But what of those who have none
Who don't have eyes to see the sun
To those who don't have a mom or dad
And to we who do, shouldn't we be glad?
To the clothes and things we wish for
And the needy that we often ignore
Our minds and hears often desire
But what of those who stand in the midst of the fire
To those who wish only for some
Water, food, or just a crumb
We overlook the smallest of beauty
But isn't helping others in life our duty?
We long to make a change
But to put away our pride is so stange
How long will we cry and complain
Instead of helping orphans and those with a cane
We often forget how blessed we are
We long for new things like a car
To see the sun rise every day
Is a privelage that can be taken away
We tend not to think of a bad fate
But what happens if it's too late?
Too late to go back and be humble
Because all this time we've done nothing but stumble
How long must we complain by how much things cost?
Instead of feeling with others who have lost