Why are we always searching for a meaning?
Instead of this, why don't we help the little children screaming.
The countries where nobody eats for days at a time
How can this not be a crime?
Why does nobody seem to care?
Too caught up with their own despair,
Ever thought about the people worse off?
Whose clothes are basically a piece of cloth
Why cant you just be happy for the tiny things in life?
Like having a son or daughter, husband or wife,
No everyone has to complain about the world being so cold
You're stories are getting so boring and old
What about the people living on the street?
The ones you wouldn't even care to meet.
I admire those people who like that are so strong,
who find a way to always go on,
But does John Howard care?
No his never even been there.
