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)