My stomach growls for food Many people pass us by Not even sparing us good No cash even for standing by

It's okay for us I think But my family is cold Blankets are infested ink Food is but a scarce kind

Is someone very merciful To even spare us a glance Is someone out there thoughtful In giving blankets of glace

It's cold out here in the dark My family is starving Us clutching our devoid sparks Why are people not helping