Make A Change

by monica   Mar 3, 2006


How can this world treat me like dirt
in a world of lies, and a world of hurt
where everyday i pass a wanting child
who can't even look up and simply smile
in this world that has many
unanswered questions
within this world lie many suggestions
cause i for one can make a statement
to get people to stop begging on that humilating pavement
where a boy is holding a paper cup in his hand
wanting a chance to make it as a man
to grow up and have a family and a home
where he will then, finally never feel alone

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