Feed the Hungry
disaster on T.V.
broken homes and babies screaming
donate to those in need
and it will make you a saint indeed
but if I feed you...who is going to feed me?
destitution is a sad state
not knowing if you will have food on the dinner plate
but it didn't take a disaster to make me feel that pain
nobody to pull me up
nobody to dust me off
so I pulled myself up
but that dirt it does stain
and stays with you to remind you of the pain
I hope I never have to do that again
but I probably will...
broken homes and babies screaming
donate to those in need
and it will make you a saint indeed
but if I feed you...who is going to feed me?
destitution is a sad state
not knowing if you will have food on the dinner plate
but it didn't take a disaster to make me feel that pain
nobody to pull me up
nobody to dust me off
so I pulled myself up
but that dirt it does stain
and stays with you to remind you of the pain
I hope I never have to do that again
but I probably will...
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