When we ask ourselves is life really worthwhile?
But even when hope out of us does seem gone
The will to live makes us want to live on
Poverty is to be found everywhere
And millions of people in the big World out there
Are sleeping on park benches or uncovered on the ground
The homeless of the World in numbers abound
Of riches I am one who cannot boast
But I know that I am luckier than most
Millions of exposure to weather and malnutrition every year do die
The poor people far less lucky than I
We may have little to smile about but would you not agree
That there are millions worse off than you or me?
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