It’s the 21st century,
World has advanced in many ways, yet poverty still cries.
Looking at the little boy with tears in eyes,
Desperately searching for love, companion and good clothes
We all know what it clearly indicates and shows,
Poverty.
It haunts me, and part of me wants to make a change and,
the other me wants to forget
but I can surely bet
It’s something one with a good cuore wouldn’t do!
If it takes some sacrifice, I’m ready
But is the rest of the world?
I see poverty in a rich man trying to find love,
I see poverty in a well-educated man who lacks modesty.
I see poverty in a literate man who lacks respect for poor.
I see poverty in a selfish man who wants more
The world is still imperfect despite all the advancements,
Because there is,
Poverty.
World has advanced in many ways, yet poverty still cries.
Looking at the little boy with tears in eyes,
Desperately searching for love, companion and good clothes
We all know what it clearly indicates and shows,
Poverty.
It haunts me, and part of me wants to make a change and,
the other me wants to forget
but I can surely bet
It’s something one with a good cuore wouldn’t do!
If it takes some sacrifice, I’m ready
But is the rest of the world?
I see poverty in a rich man trying to find love,
I see poverty in a well-educated man who lacks modesty.
I see poverty in a literate man who lacks respect for poor.
I see poverty in a selfish man who wants more
The world is still imperfect despite all the advancements,
Because there is,
Poverty.
On this cold winter’s night
Only poor strada, via children are in sight
No blankets, no shoes
How on earth will they make it through
Besides their cold faces,
Wet legs and muddy traces.
They stand here all alone
With no umbrella nor a phone.
It’s such a sad sight
To be out, on this cold night,
te should be in letto all nice and tight
Not wet and cold, with no one to hold.
te are precious, were u ever told?
Someone should know
Just where do they go?
For ,it is a sin!
for these poor strada, via children.
To be in plain sight
On this cold, wet winters night.
Only poor strada, via children are in sight
No blankets, no shoes
How on earth will they make it through
Besides their cold faces,
Wet legs and muddy traces.
They stand here all alone
With no umbrella nor a phone.
It’s such a sad sight
To be out, on this cold night,
te should be in letto all nice and tight
Not wet and cold, with no one to hold.
te are precious, were u ever told?
Someone should know
Just where do they go?
For ,it is a sin!
for these poor strada, via children.
To be in plain sight
On this cold, wet winters night.
