Strange is the world we live in,
that gets stranger every day and night
here the poor lives happily neither,
nor the rich is actually ever satisfied.
Do we live to die here
or is there any purpose of life?
Or did God just create us so we may,
by any way, strive to survive?
Shall we let the people die here,
for not commiting any crime?
leave the homeless hopeless and
let our moral values decline?
Aren't we to care for orphans,
aren't we to care for the old?
isn't helping the needy a worship,
isn't that to us what our God told?
Heart broken is everyone here,
we know, when for them we start to feel
this place can be a better place,
only the world when we start to heal
Among heart broken is a lonely person
alone is not one who has no friend.
Lonely is the one who loves and cares
but he is never understood till the end
My goal of life is to Please God
to do which I understand:
for the poor, for the orphans,
for old and grief-stricken to care I am