Across the world every day
People while their lives away
Without a proper part to play
Life goes on around them
Worries and whines in every head
Thinking of themselves instead
Those in need have been left for dead
No help ever found them
Everywhere are people crying
People lonely, scared and dying
And those who see no point in trying
They'll be forgotten when they're gone
The cut is deep, the flesh is torn
And still another child is born
There'll always be another morn
And life will carry on
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