Whisper what it means to be always cold and hungry
And whisper how it feels to be alone with no one
And whisper it so soft and sweet, so no one will hear
Whisper it so soft and sweet, because it's a lost cause
It's a lost cause

Shout about how we can't breathe
Because there's disease in our lungs
And there is dust in our throats
Shout about how we can't bear to see
Our children are starving
And there's nothing we can do about it

Our children are starving
And there's nothing we can do about it

Our children are starving
And there's nothing we can do