I have no hopes, I have no dreams
My body and feet are bare
I sit here crying in my small cardboard shack
Thinking how life is anything but fair
I am eight, my brother is six
And my sister is just four years old
My father goes to work everyday
Returning only to sleep in the cold
I watch over my younger siblings
Instead of going to school
For my mother died a year ago
Because we didn't have the money to treat her flu
My father makes a dollar a day
And I know that's more than some
But sometimes I wish we could do more than barely get by
Sometimes I even wish we could have some fun
My brother cannot walk right
He fell and broke his leg
Now in each step he has pain
And the memory of his attempt to run away
We don't eat much each day
But enough to keep us alive
Our water supply is always dirty
But I'd rather be sick than die
I know it's not a great life
But I try never to complain
Because at least I have a loving family
And I know that the sun always follows the rain
