walking the streets In stress Running wild In Distress Walking pass is me Showing no interest No pity for the loser Who then is to entrust Who will care When things fall apart When things break down Who is there to pick things up
No one cares No pity for the poor Every one for self works The hardened heart yields not to pleas of mercy All appeals fall down Never to rise again
The farmer sowed the seed Hoping for gain Birds and rodents feast on them Freebies in the field Floods inundate the growth Stifling the progress Where then is the hope Trust buried in the soil Was his venture Taken over by powers greater than him Cruel twist of fate Perhaps he deserved that too
Every where you go Little children cry Hungry little children Angry anxious parents struggle Mothers and fathers toil Seeking to nourish the family The back bent to breaking point All this stress Ah this distress Break down all barriers of hope
Its in the news Every where penury reigns Those who have are stingy Those without search endlessly No gains there my friend no gains Lose lose is the word Breaking down all boundaries of hope What remains is despair Who picks up the bones The weak The poor The meek Have nothing to fall onto This plate is empty As we melt down to Break down This world of no mercy Not beautiful any more
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Posted - 24 Jun 2008 : 14:57:21
