What if one day,  
Luck is for the weak ones

For the teenagers in highschool
That get bullied every
Single
Day

For the kids that can't play
Because they have to work
And they don't even know
How to be young

For the adults that are getting
Threated like animals

For the older people around us
That simply are
Forgotten

For the unborn
That can't choose their home

For the people on our planet
That aren't that lucky
Who cry themselves to sleep quite often

That miss someone so much
They've lost themselves
In their search for happiness

Because after every hurricane
There are still drops