His constant fear that he calls survival Is slipping with his ever tensing grip A sudden change in his existence Has left him with no one to turn to but himself He pleads for a chance to better his life But tomorrow he knows he'll face it Alone the sun rises through another day And with this small hope He tries to hold on I disregarded all that he struggles to obtain I take for granted the chances he never sees I'm guilty of ignoring his empty hand Now I see the pain that surrounds him The emptiness of their eyes bolis me with guilt The pain they face will not go unknown Why must they be trapped in a cycle that never ends? Understanding their anguish can finally comprehend Pain they face and when the sun goes down When prosperity slips my hand I think of how I used to treat them Now I can see the pain they face