Reach out and feel the sadness cast on the masses from the mighty few.
Look out and hear the cries of children as they beg for food.
Look out and see the suffering of so many souls.
And then take time to think about the few who made this what it is.
We the few who toil and sweat for the bread that feeds our children.
We the few who wander streets alone in the dark.
We the few who cry alone and wonder where is love.
Need a hand to hold them close when fear is all they know.
We the few should band together to offer others hope.
We the few are stronger than the ones that steal our hope.
We the few who walk the streets and cry into the night.
Need one another to band together and fight the valiant fight.
We the few should give our lives to save our little children.
For without a fight they shall surely die and lose their souls to evil.
We the few are mighty when we see the strength of many.