A child sits on a dirty floor 

The wind howls through the door 

This is where the child calls home 

On the street where the child can roam 

Her estate is a dangerous place

10,000 income a year provides school and a place

The kids in school are asking for a new phone

The girl asks her mother not to leave her home alone 

Her parent’s with no money can’t cope 

The child has given up all hope 

There is never enough food for them to eat 

They can’t afford the bill for heat 

They want to give the child a good life 

But, poverty leaves them with trouble and strife 

They hope and pray for the future ahead, 

Not like many others who end up dead.