Time For Change

Every country has them.

No one can seem to come up with the right plan.

Doesn't any one wonder what it might be like to be them?

 

Hell on Earth, hunger in a child's body.

Unless we all open up our heart's, they will always be here.

Night is cold, and days are miserable for them. 

Giving a little, and changing a life.

Everyone deserves a chance to really live.

Relying on donations that never come, just isn't fair. 

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