I know how it feels to live in poverty
We grow up with a little to eat,
Then I was young I thought thats the way
Yet today I still have to find something to eat.
Survival was my live from childhood.
On ground or rocks we used to sit
Rags on my body was customary,
And junk food was the only food to eat.
After all, I am still surviving,
Poverty become a way of life and a habit
It is the only way of living I know
And I will always live with it.
We lived and loved in deep poverty,
We were happy even with none to eat.
But it is not good to live in poverty
Because I can still feel its heat.
