When I lay in bed at night,
I think of the things that aren't at all right,
In my life there are a lot,
But as much as others?I think not,
As I slowly start to cry,
I think to myself and wonder why,
My life today is very good,
And why not? I think it should,
I'm in a house and in a bed,
I get love, I get fed,
Some poor children out there are dying tonight,
And I think to myself, "now that is not right,"
There are things in this world that we need to change,
A lot of varieties, it really does range,
My sisters and I are all decent girls,
Though we have all gone down at least one deep whirl,
We have parents,
Who sometimes fight,
But at least we have a lot, that is very right.
