People always think the worst about you when you are a beggar
Skipping you when you hold your hands up high just to ask for help
Unable to speak because of hunger
What are we showing the younger generations?
We build too many walls of self–service
But inside we are dying
We are just like our country, beautiful outside but rotten inside
I live to tell the story of helping those who are unable to help themselves
I live to be a lifting hand to a crawling hand
I live to give hope to the hopeless
I live to build bridges