A world of peeling paint and mildew,
Where things stop working like clapped out minds.
Looking across desolate concrete,
I wonder why hope is so hard to find,
I wonder where dreams go,
When the dreamer gives up and looks the other way
And graffittis anger on a wall
While little children play.
Striking at a broken down goal -
A crazy parody of this life.
Our ill-fitting shoes on the ripped-up felt,
Cut aspiration back down with a knife.
Bottles smashed on stairwells
And worse - self imposed curfews by night,
Nobodies just trying to be someone,
No one turned on the light.
Ambition like a rusty bike,
The pedals seized; tyres coroded.
The wrong clothes; the coins for hot water.
Just like a gun, emotion is loaded
Then contained and held in -
Though it only fizzles away; a silent bomb
Set to burst when the suffocating mould
Reminds us where we're from.
Kick at my heels; life moves nowhere.
Sighs; fraught words; kids crammed in one room,
Squashed, like canned beans - can't focus on school.
Don't want to grow up, not anytime soon.
Can't see the horizon,
Just a world of budget food and endless TV
Nothing else to do. Nothing to be.
Do you wish you were me?
Where things stop working like clapped out minds.
Looking across desolate concrete,
I wonder why hope is so hard to find,
I wonder where dreams go,
When the dreamer gives up and looks the other way
And graffittis anger on a wall
While little children play.
Striking at a broken down goal -
A crazy parody of this life.
Our ill-fitting shoes on the ripped-up felt,
Cut aspiration back down with a knife.
Bottles smashed on stairwells
And worse - self imposed curfews by night,
Nobodies just trying to be someone,
No one turned on the light.
Ambition like a rusty bike,
The pedals seized; tyres coroded.
The wrong clothes; the coins for hot water.
Just like a gun, emotion is loaded
Then contained and held in -
Though it only fizzles away; a silent bomb
Set to burst when the suffocating mould
Reminds us where we're from.
Kick at my heels; life moves nowhere.
Sighs; fraught words; kids crammed in one room,
Squashed, like canned beans - can't focus on school.
Don't want to grow up, not anytime soon.
Can't see the horizon,
Just a world of budget food and endless TV
Nothing else to do. Nothing to be.
Do you wish you were me?
It’s the 21st century,
World has advanced in many ways, yet poverty still cries.
Looking at the little boy with tears in eyes,
Desperately searching for love, companion and good clothes
We all know what it clearly indicates and shows,
Poverty.
It haunts me, and part of me wants to make a change and,
the other me wants to forget
but I can surely bet
It’s something one with a good heart wouldn’t do!
If it takes some sacrifice, I’m ready
But is the rest of the world?
I see poverty in a rich man trying to find love,
I see poverty in a well-educated man who lacks modesty.
I see poverty in a literate man who lacks respect for poor.
I see poverty in a selfish man who wants more
The world is still imperfect despite all the advancements,
Because there is,
Poverty.
World has advanced in many ways, yet poverty still cries.
Looking at the little boy with tears in eyes,
Desperately searching for love, companion and good clothes
We all know what it clearly indicates and shows,
Poverty.
It haunts me, and part of me wants to make a change and,
the other me wants to forget
but I can surely bet
It’s something one with a good heart wouldn’t do!
If it takes some sacrifice, I’m ready
But is the rest of the world?
I see poverty in a rich man trying to find love,
I see poverty in a well-educated man who lacks modesty.
I see poverty in a literate man who lacks respect for poor.
I see poverty in a selfish man who wants more
The world is still imperfect despite all the advancements,
Because there is,
Poverty.