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)