By my own hands
by my command
will I leave this world

To see so many suffering
to feel I could never do enough
let me do some good I beseech you

Every hand held out in friendship
every soul that can be raised
voices in the distance, that can be saved

No matter a mans riches
most do eventually starve
for sad greed of man and wars of Mars

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris