Hand of your god feeds once a week
Say you`re done your part, you give so much
As you keep building up your churches
Stained glass and needless luxuries
This problem will never go away
If only fed each day.
A security blanket woven
To comfort and ensure.
This problem will never go away.
If only fed each day.
Little thought given.
To an individual fate.
Just a lost piece of the world
Seen in the corner of your eye.
For a moment a glance is given.
But it remains, and is forgotten with time.
Your claim they will always be there.
You place the blame on them.
Instill a reason to live
An opportunity to obtain a sense of pride.
Not only stripped of shelter
But all that was inside
Each one. Alone. No Different
Each one. Still feels pain. X(4)