Sometimes I wonder why
Homeless children wake up crying
The tears that roll down their cheeks sting their beat-up face
If only I could take them to a better place some what like heaven
If I had enough money to take in seven hungry children
Oh god I would
My dreams could be true if the rich gave to the poor
They open their card board box door and see
Three tons form me and many others that care
Not having to beg and watch people star as they passed
Wishing their life would not last through one more day
On their knees praying “why god me”
No money to feed themselves
The president puts them on a shelf and waits
When $10 is all it takes for them to eat
Knowing nothing but defeat their whole lives
A man, his wife and two kids have no place to stay
What can the president say when everyone is living on streets
Mr. Bush I say to you take a seat and tell me how you feel
Don’t whine about our people and homeless until you know
Where their next meal comes from and where they’re gonna go