I represent for the homeless, Let down by a nation, More interested in war and invasion, When children are sleeping at railway stations. No home or money, They wish they can phone their mummy To put a whole meal in their tummy, So at night when the temperature drops, Im asking you, remember what you got, These kids go home to a cardboard box, Theyre the soul survivors, Warming their hands with a flickering flame of their lighters, All their life theyve been frightened. Walk the streets with their head down, Knowing deep inside that theyve really been let down, By a country thats crippled, And I thought mankind was supposed to be civil.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Nov 2013 18:27:18 +0000
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