There are too many mansions
On well groomed estates
And too many mud homes
In far away places

There are too many sick children
In families with problems
With symptoms of sickness
Like poverty squalor

There's too many well-fed faces
In many rich places
And too many people
With less on their plates

There is too much division
Between Children of Heaven
Close that gap soon
So everyone has plenty

Too many tears
On hungry child faces
And too much food
To be often wasted

Just point the way
And show them what's wrong
Together we can work
To bring a new song

Wayne