A child born a day and dies another day

No one knows and no one cares

A child born rich, a child born poor

It is a usual normal routine airs

        Rich man flies, poor man crawls

        What am I seeing, what I need to do       

        Papa earns mama cooks,

        I have my meal, I go to school

        It makes me wonder

        What’s wrong with the poor  

I have my dress and they have too

The only difference is, the old and the new

I have my meal and they have too

But we are far apart, because its4:2

           What am I seeing

           What I need to do

           I feel like helping

           But I don't earn to

Then I set my mind

To give them love and kind

All I need to do is

Help them a way to find

            No man is sealed rich

            None is sealed poor

            It’s the helping hands-which

            Leads them high from lower

This is what live hood is

Papa earns mama cooks

The child eats no matter,

If he is rich or poor.