With tears in my eyes
With no water or ice
People all around me are not nice
I walk the streets of my town
Believing I can find water down
Hunger eating deep down me I have no pie
I wonder how I could linger and not die
I have no mother
And my father does not bother
I have no school to go further
But I can be wise with little butter
Lord, God to you I cry
For I don't have anybody that could try
To help even as I get dry
