In this troubled World of confusion and so much pain
Where Children starving crying out help me please!!

I look back on all the years passed and I have seen the changes
Not for the better but decline

I could turn my pen to happy times, I could make you laugh
But In my heart I hear the haunting cries of helpless Souls

How can I sit comfortable warm and safe when so many?
Lack even the means to draw water

You must have seen the adverts, you know?
Spare a few pennies and save a life.

How is it that these poor people are going without even the simplest of Gods gifts ‘Water’?

So I sit in my little piece of Heaven (My Garden)
Thankful for my comfort and my roof
But it doesn’t make me feel that good when others have nothing.