We worry over money, we worry about the weather
While some poor folk have none of the above together.
They have nothing but the clouds over their heads
Nothing, no roof, no water or make do sheds.
They have plenty to fear, worry and dread
Searching for food or indeed for a clean bed.
If we gave something, to those that are without
It would ease their pain, ease their doubt
So for those with nothing, please give them something
Because our worries are nothing, but to them its everything.