I see the sad tears fall upon the street
Of those whose bellies growl from not enough to eat
See them sleeping in door ways or hugging cold pavements of stone
Night fills their ears with the rushing of sirens to help others
But is there one reaching out to end their plight
Prayers go up to GOD that what few things that they have
Won't be stolen and their bodies will soon be made whole
In this land where promises made by Washington's elected never unfold